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Spiderman | fratboy!harry
Continuation of this one shot - but can be read as standalone.
Summary: Youâre at the big Halloween frat costume party and get to flirting with someone dressed as Spiderman. The tall, masked man with a deep voice just so happens to know a private spot to reveal his true identity to you.
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Warning: 18+ only, smut, slight mask kink, this is mostly just gratuitous smut
Tonight was your excuse to dress up like the supervillain Poison Ivy. A short green dress with patches of fabric leaves all over and a crown of ivy on your head. Mostly it was just something cute to wear to draw a little attention. Plus Poison Ivy is bisexual so you were hoping at least someone picked up the hint. All were welcome, so to speak.
When you got to the frat house you noted all the sexy and fun Halloween costumes. Lots of tit-bearing cats, a few she-devils, some baseball players in well-fitted jerseys, a Lego. The house was packed. The music was loud. Too many of your fellow university schoolmates had begun drinking early. You arrived late on purpose. Drunk wasnât a cute look. At least you didnât think it was. Not on you anyway. And you kind of hoped to get hit on and maybe get lucky. Tipsy sex could be fun. Drunk sex wasnât memorable enough to be worth it.
âHavenât seen you around in a while.â You looked over at a tall someone dressed in a Spiderman costume. The hood was covering his face so his identity was a mystery, though you thought you recognized the voice as someone youâd had a fun hookup with once.
You leaned your hip into the counter just as youâd finished pouring yourself a drink, âIs that so? I guess I wouldnât know if Iâd seen you around or not since I canât exactly be sure who you are.â
His laugh had you grinning suddenly as he mimicked your stance, leaning his own hip into the counter facing you, though you couldnât see his eyes under the spandex material.
âSo, youâre telling me you canât recognize me by my body?â He leaned his head down as if looking over himself before bringing his face back upward, âThis costume hardly hides anything.â
You cocked your head, sipping your drink as you allowed your eyes to travel over the red and blue spandex. It clung tightly to his chest and hips, thighs⌠You didnât miss the bulge either as you brought your eyes back up to the spot where you figured his eyes were under the mask, âNope. Sorry. Should I recognize you by your body alone?â
You could tell he was smiling under the spandex, âYou should. As I recall, you know my body rather intimately.â
Now you were certain it was the fun hookup you had a while back. You didnât know him well. But you did know him to be quite popular. And attractive. And the time he went back to your dorm with you and your friend was quite memorable. But you decided to play coy a little bit. Just to get him going.
âReally? HmmâŚâ You feigned confusion as you slowly ate up his frame, inch by inch with your gaze. His heavy-looking bulge was a nice reminder of how sizable he was. You wouldnât forget it. âStill doesnât ring a bell. I donât see any outstanding features here.â You waved your hand up and down gesturing at his frame.
He nodded and remained quiet. You were sure he was feeling you out. Trying to see if you were fucking with him or not. You were.
When he inched in toward you and placed his gloved hand over your forearm he leaned in and spoke quietly into your ear, âIâll give you a hint. Would you like a hint, Y/n?â
You nodded as you felt his warmth. He was so close to your body as he spoke, âHad you bouncing on my cock, made you come, all while your friend watched us fuck.â
You swallowed. Yes. You remembered very clearly that night. It was the only time youâd ever done anything like it before. And now, he was clearly trying to get you in bed again. At least⌠that was the vibe you were getting. You looked down and realized his bulge was, well it was bulging. Was he getting turned on just thinking about it? You needed to have him again. Wouldnât mind feeling that thick cock inside of you once more.
You sighed and turned to face his mask, âHmm⌠maybe. Iâm not positive, though. Might need to check a few things out to verifyââ
Harryâs grip on your forearm tightened, âCan be arranged. Wanna go find a room so you can verify?â
You laughed as you looked around. Youâd never been talked into something like this so fast in your life. Then again, Harry, you knew it was him, was quite convincing and he was good in bed from what you remember. You couldnât feel bad for giving in so quickly.
Harry took your hand and you followed him upstairs, leaving your unfinished drink in the kitchen and long forgotten.
The good thing about the frat house was that it was massive and there were enough bedrooms that you were able to find a free room almost right away.
Harry locked the door behind himself and then suddenly he was pushing you backward toward the bed where you fell to your bottom the moment the back of your thighs hit the edge. You giggled as he put his spandex-covered hands on your thighs. Propping yourself up by your elbows you watched him take in your bare legs and then one by one, lift each upward to remove your heels. He was between your thighs and the erection he was sporting indicated he wasnât wearing underwear. Or if he was heâd fully pushed his way up and out of the top band.
âMâgonna give you a little reminder. Take you down memory lane and have you sit on my face. Is that all right?â He climbed over you on the bed, hovering over your body and looking down at you. You really wished you could see his pretty eyes.
âOkay. But how are you gonna do anything with this on?â You plucked at the fabric covering his face.
You heard a breathy, amused laugh fall from his chest as he pushed himself off of you and laid down on his back, âYouâll see. Climb up.â
You adjusted yourself, straddling his torso, and then lifted upward, gently placing yourself over his face, not yet sitting all the way. You were still wearing panties and you were hovered over his mask so you werenât sure what his plan was exactly.
âLean forward a bit.â He spoke from under you.
Leaning forward, you put your hands on the headboard and he adjusted something underneath you and thatâs when you realized he was lifting his mask to uncover his mouth and part of his nose before pushing your panties aside and grasping your thighs, pulling you down on his mouth. You laughed when you settled and looked at the Spiderman mask between your thighs. You couldnât see much of his nose and his mouth was covered by your pussy but the whole thing felt ridiculous to you.
Ridiculous until he began mouthing at your pussy slowly, using his tongue through your crease and his hands gripped your ass, pushing you into him further.
âOh!â You tightly grabbed onto the headboard again in a gasp.
His warm tongue slid up and down and his moans made you hot. You hadnât quite been ready but with his mouth on your clit, you were quickly aroused and slowly wetting his face.
Kissing and sucking sounds below drew your eyes down to him. You could see his dark curls sticking out from the edges of his mask where heâd pulled it up, his pink lips were also memorable. How had you not reached out to him after that first night? He was good. And he was so fucking hot. But he was also really nice to you and to your friend.
You tilted your pelvis down and dragged your clit over his nose and moaned softly as he pushed his tongue into your entrance. The slow lathering of his tongue up and down your crease and his puckering lips felt just as good as you remembered.
He pushed at you and inhaled a sharp breath, âStarting to remember me now?â His shiny berry lips quirked up in a cocky smile as you panted and shook your head, âNuh-uh. Iâve sat on lots of faces. Gonna have to give me something more if you really want me to remember you.â
His raspy laugh had his nostrils flaring and he pushed at you, causing you to move off his face, âFine,â he breathed as he sat up, âLie down. Looks like you need something a little extra.â
Your back hit the mattress as he sat back on his haunches and pulled at your panties, tearing them down your legs and pushing your dress up your thighs, exposing your cunt to him as he lowered his face over you, his shoulders bumping into the back of your thighs to hold you down.
âY/n, you taste just like you did before. So soft and sweet,â he ran his spandex-covered finger through your crease and you gasped at the odd feeling of it. He laughed at your reaction, âYouâre wet enough that this should still feel really good. Tell me if itâs irritating to your skin,â his mouth and nose, and ends of his hair were still exposed as he circled two fingers over your clit and had his face tilted toward you.
When he opened his mouth wide and lowered it over your clit you grasped onto his hood and sighed. It was so good. Just like before. His tongue and lips and the way he gently sucked you in made you quiver.
But it was the odd sensation of his fabric-covered fingers slipping through your wetness that kept you very much in the moment. You kept imagining that the shiny spandex would soon collect all your wetness and youâd be left dry and it would start to hurt but it was the opposite.
The smooth material became coated and the extra friction from the fabric felt yummy.
He slurped your clit and took a good long lick upward from your entrance to your clit and then held up two of his fingers so you could see, âLook. Just want you to see this before I start fucking you with them. Nice and slippery,â he scissored his fingers apart and you saw the strings of arousal stick together,â But tell me if you donât like it.â
âOh my godâŚâ you moaned as you craned your neck up to watch him as he slowly plunged them inside of you.
You tightened your thighs, but Harry used his free hand to hold you apart and the grin on his face as he watched his gloved fingers slide in and out of you was lewd, âHear that?â He increased the speed at which he was fingering you, your wetness being pushed in and out with his fingers was definitely audible, âBet that feels so good, doesnât it, Y/n?â
You nodded and moaned again, still trying to keep your neck tilted so you could watch.
When he wrapped his mouth around your clit once again, though, you cried out and your head fell back onto the mattress in surrender.
His fingers, his tongue, and his lips had you writhing and moaning pathetically, âOh fuckâŚâ you cried as he curled his fingers just right, and flattened his tongue over your clit, his face aimed toward you as if he were watching your reaction.
He continued fingering you as he lifted his face and planted a sweet kiss to your clit, âHowâs it feel? Do you want to come, Y/n?â
You moaned and gasped as you nodded, âYes, HarryâŚâ and the moment you said his name you knew you were busted. Your eyes widened and Harryâs grin took over his face, you could see the beginnings of his dimples.
âFigured youâd remember me,â he kissed your clit again and spoke against your pussy, âHang on, sweet girl. Gonna finish you off properly.â
And finish you off he did. Properly at that. He held you down with one shoulder and one hand as he fingered you with his other and sucked and dug into your clit. The noises were obscene. From the wetness youâd created, to the fast pace of his fingers pushing and curling into you, to his slurping and moaningâŚ
âCome on baby,â he coaxed when he felt your thighs shaking and your moans turned into whimpers and cries.
His tongue flicked side to side quickly and then he dug in as if he was sucking the last bits of juice off a mango and the vibrations from his moans had you seeing stars. You gripped his head and shouted his name as you came in his mouth. You thought you heard a laugh come from him but you were so far gone in ecstasy that you couldnât care. You knew you were being loud but it wasnât every day that a man came around to give you head the way Harry was.
When youâd opened your eyes you noticed you pushed his mask up further with how youâd been hanging on, nearly his whole nose was exposed as he softly licked upward from your entrance to your clit. He removed his fingers and was cradling the underside of your thighs with both hands. Like a loving little gesture to help you come down.
Suddenly he was hovering over you and had his lips pressed to yours. Your first kiss of the night and it tasted like your pussy. But you liked the taste of pussy so it didnât bother you.
You could feel Harryâs hard erection on your thigh as he licked into your mouth and cupped your face.
It felt so sweet and so desperate at the same time. You knew he needed to be taken care of too. He deserved to have the favor returned after the way heâd just handled you with such precision.
Pushing at his shoulders he gasped as he parted from your lips, âWhat do you need, Harry?â You asked him.
He moaned and rolled his hips down so you could really feel him, âYou. Just you. Whatever youâre willing to give.â
You grinned and wrapped your finger around a chunk of his hair, âBut what do you want? Want a blow job? Want to fuck me? Want my hands?â
Harry exhaled heavily and dropped his mouth open, âCanât stop thinking about how good you felt on my cock. The way we fit together.â
You bucked your hips up and nodded, âI canât stop thinking about it either. You felt so good. Stretched me out so nice.â
âFuck.â Harry quickly moved off of you and stood at the edge of the bed before opening up the side drawer, âNeed a condom.â
You rolled over and opened up the other side table drawer to rummage through it. Not finding anything other than pens and loose charger cables. You couldnât find it in yourself to feel bad about rummaging through a strangerâs things when you had Harry Styles about to fuck you.
Harry adjusted his cock as he quickly walked to the dresser on the other side of the room and looked through the top drawer and let out a groan of relief, âFuck yes.â
Holding up the condom he placed it on the dresser and untied the top of his spandex suit. He was still wearing the mask, though it had been pushed upward and his hair was exposed at the ends, slightly more grown out than the last time you saw him, but he was too focused on his task to worry about how funny he looked with his mask half covering his face. The moment he untied the top he began to pull at the suit and peel it down his toned and tattooed torso. You sat up and watched him undress. He had no underwear on just as you suspected.
You had to laugh at the spectacle. Just like a woman wearing a cute tight body suit, men had the same issue with needing to remove the entire thing in order to use the bathroom, or in your case, fuck.
âHeey, donât laugh. Beauty comes with a price.â He grinned as he kicked the body suit away and opened up the condom, slowly putting it over himself. He looked over at you and tilted his chin upward, âGet your dress off. Wanna see those pretty tits.â
You giggled and pulled at your stretchy dress, easily removing it by the time he made his way back to the bed. He climbed over you, his mask still covering his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you.
The way his mouth moved against yours and his hands found your breasts and your ribs and your tummy as he moaned and licked at your tongue gave you a surge of need. You lifted your hips toward his and slid your hands down his torso to grab his cock.
He pushed himself down into your hand and then reared back gently to slip his shaft through your labia, wetting the condom, âThis is gonna be better than the first time. No performance anxiety with a third watching.â He grinned down at you as he moved back to take you in below him.
You laughed as he pulled at your thighs and lifted your legs over his, angling your hips upward so your bottom was positioned on the tops of his thighs, âWere you nervous last time with Heidi? It was your idea? And⌠can we take this off?â You gestured to his mask.
âHeidi? That was her name?â He responded as he pulled the mask off from over his eyes and tossed it behind himself. âSorry, I barely remember. But⌠I wanted you to think I was cool. Plus she was kinda cute. But it was really all about you.â
You pushed yourself up to your elbows at this revelation, âWait. You only invited her because you wanted me to think you were cool?â
He shrugged and smiled shyly, âYeah. Knew you liked girls too. Figured it might make you like me if I was cool with that.â
You shook your head, âAnd then you just never reached out to me again after?â
He puffed out a soft laugh, âI donât know. Felt like maybe you werenât as into me. Didnât want to embarrass myself.â
You took his hand and pushed your fingers between his, âWell, after this it looks like weâve got some talking to do. I kinda thought you were too cool for me so thatâs why you never bothered.â
The look on his face was surprised, âMe? Too cool? Thatâs not⌠no way. If anyone is too cool itâs you, Y/n.â
You laughed and tugged at his hand, âPlease, Harry. Just fuck me.â You were relieved to see his eyes and the top of his head finally. Just as handsome as before, hair slightly more undone from the hood he had over his head, but it was perfect for what you two were about to do.
Harry let out a shaky breath and looked down to where your entrance was wet and softly clenching for him already. His lips dropped open as he leaned forward, your hand still in his, pressing it down to the mattress next to your head as he pushed his tip in.
âOhhâŚâ you breathed out and watched his face scrunch up as he plunged in slowly.
âFeel that? This the reminder you needed?â He whispered lowly as he inched in.
There was a moment of silence between you two as you watched each other and he began to move in and out, deeper on each thrust. Heavy breaths and soft moans until heâd reached into you as far as humanly possible, hips rocking into you and fingers tightly squeezing around yours.
âFuck me⌠Fucking condom sucks but you⌠holy shitâŚâ Harry moaned and began to roll into you faster.
You reached your free hand up to move his hair from his face, âHarry⌠you feel so good inside of me. Oh, my godâŚâ The snap of his hips wetly collided with you as the small bed creaked gently.
Harry held himself up with one hand, palm flat on the mattress as pushed into you, his muscles tensing and flexing above you, âYeah? Feels good just like you remember? Youâre so wet for me, Y/n. Didnât know you needed me so bad,â he panted his words.
You were wet for him. So wet it was almost embarrassing, but you were glad in a way because he was quite sizable, and if youâd been any less wet it might have hurt. But as it was, the slip and the stretch and the way he could drag himself in and out was delicious.
You cupped his face and moaned loudly as he pounded into you harder. You could feel your tits wobbling and the bed dancing under your back. Harry was groaning and his eyes grew dark fast. Every time he bottomed out he ground himself into you deeply and you gasped at the ache, âCareful! Youâre almost too deep!â You breathed out your words in a rush.
His cocky smirk meant that he took that as a compliment, so he did it once more, his eyes pinned to yours as he slowly stuffed himself into your cervix, âAhh! HarryâŚâ You widened your eyes and then he pushed himself back to his haunches.
âSorry. Canât help it,â he spoke, still grinning at you as he smoothed his fingers over your clit and worked his cock in from the new angle.
You knew he was long and that heâd reach deep, but that kind of deepness usually wasnât achieved without you being on top. Even average-length guys felt deeper when you were on top. But Harry, of course, wasnât average-sized. And you could tell he was very aware of that fact. Proud of it even.
With his fingers on your clit and the new angle his cock was nudging into your little sparkly, yummy soft spot inside over and over again. You moaned his name and he let go of your hand to fondle your tits. He continued a nice pace, slipping back and pushing in, long, exquisite strokes that filled you and stretched your insides apart. You could only imagine how heâd feel without the condom inhibiting the texture of his skin pressed into your skin. The friction, the way his foreskin would move inside of you, and his swollen tip uninhibited by smooth latex would really make the drag something.
âYesss!â You moaned as he hit your spot perfectly, the repeated glide of his thick crown into your g-spot, had you trembling.
Harry breathed hard through his nose as he looked down to where he was fucking into you and back to your eyes, âGonna come already, Y/n? Tell me how good it is.â   Â
âFuck, Harry⌠Youâre so big and you're pressing into something inside of me that I canât⌠Iâm gonna⌠itâs so good⌠so full⌠oh fuck! Gonna comeâŚâ you babbled and moaned as the bed squeaked and the headboard softly tapped the wall in time with Harryâs thrusts.
âShit. Was gonna fuck you doggy but if you come Iâm gonna come, baby. I canât help it. Your wet pussy is just sucking me in,â he pressed down over your clit and hastened his fingers and you could feel him shaking.
You tensed your thighs and cried out just as a knock came to the door. Someone was saying something but you were gone. Your ears were ringing and your loud cries and buttery, mouthwatering orgasm were all you could focus on.
Harry groaned and pushed into you a few more times, before he couldnât hold back, dumping his come into the condom with a choked moan.
He could hear someone threatening to unlock the door but Harry was in bliss. There was no way he could stop his cock from twitching and coming and you were so sweet and pretty below him with your face scrunched and your cries of nonsense.
The clichĂŠ of time standing still had been true in that moment. You couldnât stop trembling and clenching over him as you felt his cock throbbing inside of you. Harryâs own orgasm just prolonged yours. He had leaned over you, his fingers in your hair as he pushed into you with gasps and soft whimpers.
When you finally opened your eyes and Harry had caught his breath the door was opened and Harry turned back quickly, covering your frame with his broad chest, âSorry! Weâll get out. Just⌠let us get dressed,â Harryâs words came out breathy and stuttered as he was still breathing heavily.
âHarry? God damnit! Just⌠Fine. You owe me, man.â The guy who was speaking closed the door. You never saw his face because Harry had covered you and when he sat back he smiled softly at you.
âWant to go back to mine? Stay with me tonight? We can talk a little.â
You grinned and sighed with a nod, âOf course. And then maybe if youâre up for it, you can fuck me doggy like you wanted.â
Harry breathed out a laugh from his nose, âOh Iâll be up for it.â
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Lonely (together)
Series
About a lonely 21 years old girl
With a lonely 27 years old man
He falls in love with her, watching her without her knowing until he makes a move.
* for smut
Warning:
Daddy/Mommy issues, childhood trauma, sexual contact, a lot of firsts (first kiss, first sex, ets), Daddy kink. And a lot of sex of all kinds and kinks.
Mentions once: murder, weapons, suicide, and fosters.
P.S. English is not my first language, so please let me know if there is any mistake. Thanks!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five *
Chapter Six *
Chapter Seven *
Chapter Eight *
Chapter Nine *
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Oh Anna.
4.9k words - LHH!harry x best friend!original character x Niall.
Threesome, oral f & m recieving, p in v. Slight praise, slight dom.
Harry & Niall play a game on who can make Anna come more.
I pushed through the crowd, making my way to the back of the house. I hated parties, truly everything about them was pointless to me. Drunken fake conversations with people I wouldn't even remember tomorrow. I wasn't planning on coming, I was already in my bed when Anna texted me.
Anna:
Please come Haz. I want you here.
That was all it took and I was out of bed in skinny black jeans and a baggy grey tee; hair tied up in a bun. Now I was here, pushing my way through the crowd at Niall's house; all because his girlfriend said she wanted me here.
Yeah, that's right, his girlfriend.
Anna, Niall and I had been best friends for as long as I can remember. Niall and I always fighting for her attention since the moment we met her.
Obviously he won.
Yet, I was never fully convinced that he won every bit of it. She never stopped being flirty with me. Never stopped being touchy. Never stopped staring at me with those damn honey eyes.
I finally spotted my friends at the back of the house, on the normal grey couch we would all always congregate at. I pushed through the final group of people, as Niall turned and faced me.
"H! You came! What the hell?" He said walking over and embracing me. I chuckled and nodded.
"Decided I missed your pale Irish arse," I raised my eyebrows at him, causing him to laugh a big belly laugh.
"What's so funny?" I heard the sweetness of her voice behind us, and I released Niall, turning to face in her direction.
"Nothing, just Niall's face." I shrugged and he shoved me as we both laughed.
Anna giggled, her bottom lip disappearing behind her teeth before pursing out softly, "I mean, sometimes." She moved her honey brown eyes from me to wink at Niall.
"Yet you love me." Niall said, leaning close and kissing her nose, making me look away.
"Sometimes." She responded, glancing over at me. She was wearing a green crop top, high waisted jeans. She moved over to hug me and the smell of Black Opium filled my lungs. It was her signature scent.
"Thanks for coming." She said once Niall turned his attention back to the group. The pink of her lips was almost red today, I loved how the plumpness of the bottom always settled on her chin a bit.
"Only for you. Just remember that." I winked at her as she let me go, a smirk appearing on her face.
"Sooo, I brought us something..." she said addressing the group while still holding my gaze.
"And what would that be?" Tanya said, Anna moving her attention over. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a small baggie with blue pills. Blue pills this group was really familiar with.
Tanya's eyes widened and she snatched the bag waving it around at the group, "Baby Anna always pulling through!" She quickly opened the bag, taking one out and popping it in her mouth like it was candy. She passed the bag around, our group each taking one. The baggie got to me and I grabbed it, handing it back to Anna.
"That's yours, H." She said, just looking at the bag then back at me.
"Not tonight, Anna." I said, and instantly she had those eyes. The soft ones, that narrowed in such a sexy manner.
"Please H. We have so much more fun." She pouted, her hand on my arm, causing me to swallow hard. Niall wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her towards him.
"Yeah, H, come on." He pretended to pout, fluttering his lashes at me causing me to laugh.
"Alright, alright, but you lot are responsible for waking my ass up tomorrow!" I said, emptying out the last pill in my hand before popping it in my mouth. Anna smirked, peeking up at Niall then back at me.
"Deal." She said, biting her lip.
â
Everyone started to feel the drug around the same time. It became an instant love fest. Hugs, kisses and so much touching. This was the normal with us, a giant orgy of a fucking friend group. Truth was everyone had fucked, touched, kissed done just about everything with everyone.
Except Anna and I.
It was the one boundary I never crossed.
But tonight, I wanted to cross it a million times over. I sat on the couch as everyone was up dancing. Tanya had found herself attached to my neck, her legs across mine as she nipped, sucked and kissed at my skin. She was trying to work me up, to get me to return the same lust towards her, but my eyes were fixed on Anna as she danced on Niall.
I watched as she reached her hands up, wrapping around Niall's neck, her perfect ass moving in motions that would drive any man wild, pushing back against him. He had his hands all over her, along her waist line, her hips. I saw him reaching between her legs, applying pressure in ways I knew I could do better. She tossed her head back onto his shoulder, turning her face so she could suck at his neck. I closed my eyes, pretending Tanya was Anna. Pretending she was dancing on me, her ass moving against my cock, it hardening at the idea of being that close to her.
I opened my eyes, looking back over at her and to my surprise she was already looking at me. Her eyes were skimming over the situation that was Tanya, her lips pursing. She shook her head, using it to call me over. I wasn't sure at first, until she mouthed the word.
"Come here." Her lips curled and I didn't hesitate.
"'Scuse me." I said pushing Tanya gently off of me.
"Harry, what the fuck!" I heard her say, but it didn't matter because I was moving straight to where I was being called.
I moved to stand in front of Anna, licking my lower lip, "You called."
She giggled and nodded, peeking up at Niall, "Baby, can I dance with Harry?"
Niall opened his eyes, as if coming to for the first time in a while, clearly on more than just the molly, "Yeah, that's fine." He said kissing her neck, "Just for a little." He started to let her go and she quickly grabbed his arm, turning around to face him.
"No, I want to dance with both of you." She said slyly, her hand moving up his arm. He looked down at her hand, then back to her face. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, feeling overwhelmed by everything going on. I wanted to touch her already, and I didn't want to wait for his response.
I moved forward, wrapping my arm around Anna's waist, pressing my cock into her ass. I was already hard and I wanted her to know it. I felt a pang of energy flow through me as she rolled her hips softly back, grinding on me. I felt my eyes want to close, but I had to do something first. I had to make Niall think this was his idea.
"She thinks she can handle us both mate, ain't that a funny thought." I said, smirking over at him. He narrowed his eyes a bit at me, taking in the situation then shaking his head.
"We ain't doing this mate. Not with her." He said, running his hands through his hair, watching my hands move over her stomach.
"Doing what?" Anna said, a slight innocence that didn't suit her layering her voice.
I took a chance, the risk of Niall decking me was something I could take. I turned my face into her neck, running the tip of my nose along the length of it. I heard her inhale sharply, pressing my lips against her neck. I didn't kiss her, I just spoke against it.
"Niall and I, we used to have a certain thing we liked to do. It was a game almost." I said, pressing a soft kiss against her neck.
I heard her hum softly, a slight laugh escaping her lips, "Mm, a game? What was the game baby?" She said, pulling him closer to her. Niall's eyes searched Anna's face before his eyes shifted to me.
"Haz..." he said, his face so serious.
"He's scared I'll win if we dare to play again." I smirked, and he cocked his head to the side.
"You forget I have the upper hand here Styles." He said, challenging me, so I knew my taunting was working.
"And yet, I'd still win." I said, raising and lowering both my eyebrows, my lips moving back to Anna's neck causing her head to fall back slightly.
That's when it happened, the switch in Niall's head, "We used to see who could make a girl come more. That's the game."
Anna's head went straight, her face turning to me and then to Niall, "But then couldn't one of you just lie?"
"Oh no, Anna," I said, my hand wrapping around her neck, my thumb and pointer finger applying the softest pressure. I moved my lips to her ear, "We did it at the same time, taking turns. Whatever worked."
"Oh..." she swallowed, her face turned to me, and I loosened my grip on her neck a bit, then back to Niall. She licked her pink lips, "I wanna play." She said softly.
Niall took a deep breath, swallowing hard before he glared up at me, "Fine. Once everyone leaves, until then, keep your hands off her." He pulled her out of my arms and I chuckled, quickly reaching down and adjusting myself. I threw my hands up in defense and nodded.
"Hands off. 'Til later anyways." I smirked.
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Everyone had slowly left the party, I sat on the couch, sipping on a whiskey. I laid my head back on the couch, closing my eyes, the molly was making me jittery at this point, but I didn't know what to do with all the extra energy.
As I sat, I felt someone climb on me, a leg on either side of me. My freehand moved to feel a bare leg, making me question who it was; but it was the damn Black Opium that let me know it was Anna. I smirked, keeping my head back and eyes closed.
"Is it game time already?" I teased and she giggled. I was surprised to feel her lips on my neck, my senses flying out the window the moment it happened. She kissed up to my ear, biting it softly.
"Niall's just locking up. I told him I was going to get started." She said, before pressing her lips on my earlobe.
Fucking hell.
I opened my eyes, sitting up and she pushed back so we could lock eyes, "Be an angel and place this down for me." I said, before quickly downing my whiskey and handing her the glass. I held onto her waist as she bent back placing the glass on the floor. She was in just her crop top and lace burgundy thong. I helped her sit back straight on me, but I pulled her closer to me, so our faces were inches from each other.
"I'm going to win," I whispered, "And you're going to regret not picking me."
Anna's POV
I searched his eyes and swallowed hard. There was a darkness that filled his eyes, just as his hand cupped my face pulling me in and kissing me deeply. His tongue quickly finding mine. For a moment I didn't know what to do with my hands, still completely stunned by his initial comment. Before I even had a chance to think about it, I felt someone pull me off of him; flipping me around. My back was pressed into Harry, both of us falling back against the couch. Niall leaned down, biting at my lower lip, before kissing me deeply. He broke the kiss, looking over my shoulder at Harry, "I'll start."
He winked, standing up straight and slipping off his shirt; before lowering himself back down. He slipped his arms under the bend of my knees, slipping me down Harry's body so that my ass was hanging between the open space of Harry's legs. He dropped down to his knees, his lips moving up right thigh, placing kisses up it. His tongue moved up my thigh, skimming along the front line of my thong; tracing the bend of my upper thigh and hip. It drove chills through me, his lips moving to my center, his tongue lapping on my clit over the thin material of my thong.
My head fell back, remembering I was laying on Harry. I peeked up at him and he smirked, his hands soon on my body. His hands were so big, strong as they touched me, moving over my tits. He palmed at them over my crop top, my nipples hardening and I wanted nothing more than for him to slip it off me. Meanwhile, Niall's hands were on my hips, pulling my thong down and off my body. He bit at my legs as he made his way back to my middle, his tongue soon met my folds, moving my wetness along every part of my center.
"Mmm," I hummed, my hands reaching down into Niall's hair and as if I was giving him too much attention; Harry's hands pushed down my top, one hand on each of my tits, his fingers teasing at my nipples.
His lips were on my cheek, placing kisses on it as his hands moved on me. His lips moving down to my ear, whispering softly, "You feel good, Anna?" I felt myself nod, as Niall's tongue rolled on my clit, he sucked at it, causing my eyes to roll back, "You like when he eats you out like that angel? His tongue taking in your sweetness."
His words made me push Niall's head down further on me, his tongue moving down my slit, creating a figure eight motion along my opening, up to my clit. Each time he reached my clit he would suck on it softly, building an anticipation in me for every time it would come. Niall knew it drove me insane and he was using it to his advantage.
"Oh god, yes." I moaned out, and Harry pulled at my already hard nipples, causing me to yelp from the mixture of pain and pleasure I was feeling. He slapped my tits, palming at them to soothing the pain, and I heard myself whimper at the sensation. He did it, again and again, Niall adjusting himself to slip two fingers inside of me, instantly curling in me and meeting my sweet spot.
"Oh, fuck, Niâthat feels so...oh god." I moaned, my hips beginning to buck towards him, his fingers curving in me, his tongue on my clit. I felt every bit of me tremble at the feeling of being touched like I was, Niall's gentle roughness, mixed with Harry's aggressive nature was driving me to my edge.
"That's it angel, does he feel good? Do you feel good being eat out like that by him, hmm?" His hand moved up to my neck, choking me as his other hand kept rolling my nipples in his fingers. Niall moved his face, his thumb replacing his tongue on my clit, his fingers still moving inside me, quickly along my g spot, in and out.
"Look at me, petal." He cooed at me, and I bit my lip, struggling to move my eyes to him, "Come for me love." He encouraged me as my eyes found his. His thumb moving quick circles over my clit. My mess was clear on his chin and when he licked his lips, my back arched.
"Oh ... fu .. Niall." I moaned his name, my head falling back. Harry turned my face to his, kissing me deeply, his tongue running past mine. I moaned into our kiss, feeling the knot in my stomach the quicker Niall moved his thumb and his fingers. I broke the kiss, rest my forehead against Harry's cheek, whimpers escaping me.
"Come Anna, come so I can finally show you what you've been missing." Harry whispered and that was enough to take me there. The thought alone of finally have Harry touch me in this way carried me straight to my high. I felt myself clench around Niall's fingers, my mess spilling all over him.
"Oh god, yes. Mmm..." I said, feeling my body go limp. I didn't have a moment to breath, soon Harry was pulling me up, and laying me on the couch, leaving space between my head and the arm rest. I watched as he hovered over me, I took him in, his muscles, his tattoos. He was beautiful and I couldn't deny it. He unbuttoned his pants, his hard length clearly being suffocated by his tight pants. I pushed up, trying to help him, to offer relief and he quickly pushed me down.
"He's going to need you more than me." He said, pointing with his eyes in Niall's direction. I turned to face him, he was down to just his briefs, his hard length filling them up. He walked over and kneeled down, kissing me. I reached up and pulled his face closer to mine, thanking him for my high. He groaned against my lips, and I reach down, my hand palming over his length.
In that moment Harry placed three fingers on my clit, his motions were painstakingly slow on me, but due to my sensitivity from my previous high, it felt like he was moving quickly. I broke my kiss from Niall. Looking over at Harry, I felt a whine escape me, my hips pushing forward against his fingers and he used his free hand to push me down.
"Patience, angel. I know your sensitive right now. I know this still feels so good, don't it?" He teased and I felt my eyes roll back slightly.
"Harry please, oh god..." I begged but his fingers kept moving slowly on me.
"Come here." I heard Niall say, turning my face towards him, he squeezed my cheeks softly, slipping his thumb into my mouth, "Lend me your mouth, petal?" He said as he pulled out his cock from his briefs, precum already on his pink tip. I nodded in his hold, hungry for him, feeling so many sensations all over my body being touched by both of them. He pushed his cock in my mouth, not allowing anytime to adjust, shoving his length to the back of my throat. I swallowed against his length causing him to groan.
"Fuck Anna, your mouth." He said, pulling out only to thrust back in, over and over. My saliva was all over his cock, dribbling down my chin as he moved. His groans mixed with my name and Harry's slow movement on my clit made the knots in my stomach start to form.
"You look so pretty with his cock in your mouth, Angel." Harry said, his finger still moving in slow circles on my clit, my moan vibrating against Niall's cock as he pushed it deep in my throat.
"An â fuck baby." He pulled out, ramming back into my mouth, holding my head tight so I couldn't pull away. I felt my legs start to tremble, Harry's teasing movements on my clit starting to become so overbearing I knew I was going to come again. I pushed against Niall, needing to gasp for air. He pulled out, a string of my saliva clinging onto his cock. I turned to look at Harry, his cock was in his hand, pumping up and down his length as his fingers moved on me.
"Har â Uh, Harry I'm going to come, please don't stop." I said, my head falling back as I felt my release happen. As I began coming, he began moving his fingers faster on me, moving quickly from side to side on my clit. I screamed out in pleasure, "Harry, please." I moved my hand down to grab his but Niall quickly stopped it, wrapping his hand around my wrist. He brought it over my head, grabbing the other and doing the same. He had placed his foot up on the couch behind my head. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue finding mine as Harry's fingers kept moving quickly on my clit.
"We can't play the game if you interrupt, baby." He said against our kiss, my moans causing me to turn my head away. Niall pushed up, letting go of my hands and moving to palm at my breasts, pinching my nipples as he did. I couldn't find the end of my current high and the start of the new one Harry was causing.
"Oh, oh god...fuck that feels so good." I moaned, my back arching, my hands reaching up to grab Niall's cock in them, I moved them along his length, my palm running over his tip. I moved another to palm at his balls.
"Fucking hell Anna. Fuck." He groaned, pinching my nipples hard and tugging them up. I licked my lips, feeling my releasing coming again, Harry fingers moving quicker.
"Come for me angel, come for me" Harry said, Niall's groans lacing with my moans created the most beautiful sound in the living space we were in, "God, yours so fucking wet Anna, come all over me baby, make more of mess on me, come on be a good girl my sweet angel."
"Ohâfuck, fuck, fuck." I yelled out, my legs trying to squeeze shut as he made me come again, an orgasm like I had never felt before shot through my body. I didn't have a moment ride it out, to come down from it, because soon Niall was sitting me up.
He sat on the arm rest of the couch, pulling me up so that my legs were between his. He held my body up, so I was hovering over him. I felt him wasting no time, rubbing the tip of his cock against my opening. The thing about Niall was, his cock was not only big in length, but in girth as well. He began pushing himself in me, lowering me onto himself. I moaned out in pleasure, my hands gripping onto his thighs. I was so wet, I had no problem adjusting around him. He moved me up and down his cock, my hips rolling on him each time he lowered me down.
"Niall, you feel so good." I moaned, tossing my head back onto his shoulder, I turned my head, kissing at his neck, biting it causing him to groan. I could see Harry out of the corner of my eye moving towards us on the couch. He stopped right in front of us on his knees.
I watched as he lowered his head down, his tongue finding my clit, rolling circles on it as I rolled my hips on Niall's cock. In doing so I kept pushing against his tongue, my head pushing back further on Niall's shoulders, my moans escaping me as my hand reached down and tangled itself in Harry's hair. His bun had become loose and messy, and I wanted it completely out. I pulled his mouth off me, pulling him up so we could lock eyes, Niall beginning to thrust fast into me as I kept rolling my hips.
"FuâFuck, oh god yes Niall...fuck." I said, all while holding eye contact with Harry. He narrowed his eyes at me, reaching between my legs, moving his fingers roughly against my clit, causing screams to escape me.
"I thought it was a game?" I said, forcing the words out of me.
"Fuck the game," he said, moving his fingers on me faster, he moved his body closer to mine, kissing me deeply, his tongue messily moving on mine. I felt Niall yank my head back by the hair, moving my lips to his but this didn't stop Harry. He moved it kiss me as well, all of our lips moving against each others, Niall's cock thrusting deeper inside me, Harry's fingers slowing down against my clit only to speed up, rolling along it, moving side to side.
"Oh, god, fuâuck...please..." my moans were interrupted by Harry taking control and kissing me deeply, his tongue running along mine, as his fingers kept moving on me. I could feel ever single one of my muscles tense up. I was so close to my high. I gripped onto Niall's thighs so I could bounce on him. Moving up and down his length, squeezing against him as I did, causing him to groan.
"Fuck Anna, fuck baby." He said, thrusting up as I moved my body down, hitting right against my sweet spot, pushing me over the edge. I felt every muscle release, I felt my release all over him. I broke from my kiss with Harry, my head tossing back as I moaned out in pleasure. Harry's mouth moving to my tits, sucking them as I rode out my high on Niall's cock.
"Come 'ere." I heard Harry say, my head falling back straight as he pulled me off Niall. He quickly flipped me so I was laying on the couch, bringing my left leg over his shoulder. He held his cock in his hand, rubbing against my opening, his thumb on clit. He began to slip inside me, his eyebrows furrowing as he hissed.
"God damn it, Anna...uh.." he groaned as he slipped inside me, my hands gripping at his biceps as he did. I took him in, in a way I hadn't ever before. His bare skin, his tattoos, they way his muscles flexed as he pushed in and out of me. He was so god like it felt unfair. As he pushed further in me, he pushed my leg toward my body, my thigh pushing against my torso. He was slipping in so deep, I felt like I couldn't handle all of him.
"Fuck, Harry...don't stop." I moaned, my eyes locked on his as I felt him pick up his pace. I for a moment forgot Niall was there until he appeared over me.
"I hate how much you're enjoying this petal." He said, reaching down and choking me, "I hate his bloody name coming out of your mouth like that." He said, Harry snickering, moving quicker in me, his strokes felt long and hard. I knew he was getting off on making Niall jealous and it was turning me on more.
"But he feels so fucking good." I choked out, knowing I was only adding fuel to the fire. I let my eyes roll back, moans escaping me as Harry kissed along my calf as he fucked me.
Niall slid his hand up to my jaw, turning my face toward his, "Open that pretty mouth petal, let me see your tongue."
I did as he asked, my tongue sticking out for him as he spit on it, before shoving his length in my mouth. My tongue immediately smooth along him, gagging as he pushed himself deeper in me. He was holding my face, his hand under my chin, groan escaping him.
Both of them, were fucking me relentlessly, Niall giving me small breaks to catch my breath before is cock filled my mouth again. Harry's thumb teasing my clit, slow and fast circles on me. He would add more of his body weight on my leg, pushing it closer to my body allowing him deeper in me.
I moaned, gagging every time I did, I was going to come again, I couldn't fight it. I knew they both were close to. Harry's movements becoming sloppy, his moans more consistent. Niall was gripping at his balls as he kept fucking my mouth, muttering my name like he did just before he came.
We were all going to come undone together, the thought making me push my hips up to meet Harry's. Niall's hand moving over my tits, pinching hard at my nipples.
And then everything went still. Quiet. Both of them groaning, exhaling that breath they had take as they came, their release filling me one way or another. Niall pulled out of my mouth, his thumb pressing on my lower lip, as I squeezed against Harry, keeping him inside me. He whimpered at the feeling, gripping onto my hips.
"Swallow like a good girl." Niall said, and I nodded, closing my lips against his thumb, and swallowing his come. I licked my lips and he bent down, kissing me deeply as Harry pulled out of me slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. I felt him place a small kiss on my clit, then my thighs, before removing himself from me. He pushed off the couch, walking around so he was behind my head, leaning down, and shoving Niall's face from mine. He kissed me deeply and soon Niall and him were fighting for my lips.
I chuckled, turning so neither of them could kiss me. I turned back and looked at both of them, a small smirk on my face. "I'll gladly play this game again."
"Right now?" Harry teased.
"You two couldn't keep up." I winked, both of them looking at each other then back at me.
"Try us." Niall smirked, before kissing me again.
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this is nothing. just 2.5K words of me fantasizing about phh/lhh harry as a dad. ignore my delusionsâ or not, reblog and like:))
imagine!!! the baby is like one when harry has his long hair and lhh being a dad to a little baby girl GOD HEAR ME OUT!!!
i so imagine y/n finding out sheâs pregnant at the beginning of phhâs era
âIâm pregnant.â
The words left her mouth quickly. Sick of the anticipation, she sucked in her breath looking up at her boyfriend.
Harry sat there with his fingers intertwined, mouth gone dry from being hung open for too long. His brows are furrowed, his mind trying to translate the words said. âIâ Uhââ The only syllables he was able to get out. He cleared his throat vigorously.
âIâIâmâIâm going to beâ Are you sure?â His eyes piercing up into hers, stinging with tears. She chuckles, suddenly feeling relief that his reaction seemed a little on the bright side. âY-yeah,â She pulled out the two ClearBlue test with the clear words Pregnant written across.
Harryâs breath hitches in his throat before heâs able to comprehend anything. His mouth is dry, hesitant, he turns the rest towards him to clearly see it.
âIâm going to be a dad?â He breaths out.
Y/nâs eyes lightened after her whole demeanor had been tense due to the anticipation of his reaction. âYeah, you are,â She let out a breathy laugh as she tried not to cry. Trying to read his expressionsâ Harryâs lip eventually twitches into a small smile. Disbelief and happiness all in one. âW-weâre going to be parents?â
Y/n pouts towards him coyly, nodding before pulling him in an soft hug. Harryâs slow to respond but he eventually does. Wrapping his arms around her torso tightly, letting the built up tears of happiness drop on to her t-shirt that she most definitely stole from him.
âAre we ready for this?â She whispered in his shoulder.
They were only twenty. Fresh out of their teen years, nervous as hell, but they made it work.
omg donât even get me started when they find out the gender!!
Harry would lay down on the bed, resting his head on Y/nâs chest softly just like heâd always do before she was pregnant and caress her bump.
ââDats my baby girl in there,â Harry whispered in disbelief. Caressing her bump so ever softly.
âDonât forget about me,â Y/n pouted softly, joking of course. Harry huffed out a soft chuckle, pressing a passionate kiss to his girlfriendâs cheek. âHow could I? I love you, always, my love.â He reminded her kindly of his love her before resuming to the view of her glowing stomach. Treating her like the queen she deserves to be treated like, he was always so soft and gentle when he spoke and touched her.
Y/nâs fingers tangled in his tight curls that went all the way down to his shoulders and caressed his scalp softly. Getting his attention by calling him with a small âBaby.â
âYes,â He answered lowly like he was going to awake the baby.
too cute too cute too cute
âNot trying to push you or anything. But inside that head of yours were there any names that came to you? Or not yet?â Y/n couldnât imagine that he didnât think of any names yet.
Harry sucked in a sharp breath before turning to Y/n and saying, âYes, plenty, but i feel like the perfect one wonât come until she does, you know what I mean,â He said. âI need to see her first, you know,â He looked back down at her belly then at her.
âWell itâs nice to have ideas. Can I hear what you got?â
âReally? Are you sure?â
ima explode
âThrow em at me,â She smirked.
âMy first thought was, Rosie.â He said simply, looking up at Y/n, hesitance in his voice. A large smile grew on her face at the sweet soft name. âGo on,â She urged.
He smiled lightly. âLily, Maeve, Lucy, Ellie, Haileyâ like e y or l e e,â Every name out in a blink of an eye. Y/n couldnât help but let out a little chuckle as he continued naming names like he had a list engraved in his brain.
god i so believe that heâd lay back next to her and just rant about baby names and go, âwell yeah thereâs mine. yours?â :(( so baby
I also feel they would hide the whole pregnancy from the press. At least try to. Many fans would be suspicious on why they donât see Harry and Y/n together as muchâ many would think they are just not spotted. But really Y/n is trying to hide her growing fetus.
ugh!! imagine how thrilled heâll be to be a father:((
hes def the type to adress y/n and the baby as two.
âIâll be right back,â Pecking his girlfriends lips and letting his two hand lay up on her belly. âI love you⌠both.â
iâm going to cry
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âOne Year Laterâ
fuck ima scream. imagine lhh about to go on stage and canât leave the baby alone:(
Lily giggles as her father blew into her soft belly. Kicking her little chubby legs as if itâll fight him off. The little airs hitting her stomach tickling her. She laughs ridiculously hard at her dadâs actions.
Fifthteen minutes before the concert starts and Harry canât get enough of the little chubby baby. Her laugh was so contagious, her beautiful smile. Teething, baby. Two teeth at the bottom, two at the top.
Y/n sat next to her baby as Harry cooed to her sweetly. âArgh! Youâre just the cutest arent yaââ Harry cooed before pressing his lips against his daughters cheek, giving her a sweet kiss.
Dressed in a simple black long-sleeve shirt, with matching skinny jeans and his favorite boots, Harry swore to himself he was going to get up and go with the boys soon but every time he would kiss Lily and Y/n goodbye and try to go for the door, he swore the baby called, âDa da,â and came back for an extra five minutes.
âHarry you have to go,â Y/n chuckled.
âI know I know. Itâs time she naps anyway, huh?â
Y/n nods sweetly at her fiancĂŠ before taking her baby in her arms. âYou might as well take one with her, lovie.â Hoping his girls gets some much needed-rest while she could. Harry presses a kiss to each of their foreheads before stepping out of the dressing room.
Harry would come back to his dressing room, sweaty, bottom of water half-empty, hair falling out of bun. But all exaggeration leaves his body when he spots his two girls passed out on the long sofa of his dressing room.
and then just imagine when they get a chance home. the baby would be about 14 months now. harry has come home from tour, the band hit its hiatus. imagine lhh with a baby at home! ima cry fr
Harry would wake up in his L.A home. His fiancĂŠe by his side and his baby fast asleep.
âDa da!â
Harryâs heart beams every-time he hears it come out of her squeaky small voice. So cute, so small, he was going to explode. âYes baby, Da Da,â Pressing pepper kisses on her nose, as she letâs out a little giggle.
âOkay letâs get you fed, yeah?â
Harry placed the tiny plastic green spoon against his daughters lips. Her favorite flavor ever, Banana.
âMmh,â She shook her head.
Harry pouted, âNo? This is your favorite, darling. At least try it,â He placed the spoon between her sealed pink lips, getting them to slowly pry open.
She begins letting Harry place the banana flavored liquidated mush in to her mouth. He sooner earned a, âMmhm!â Harry chuckled fondly as she squeaked to the delightful taste of her favorite flavor.
âMmh!â Harry mocked his daughter playfully, impersonating her reaction to delicious food. âMore?â
She scrunched her face up she proud took another spoonful, Harry wiping the dripping banana mush off her chin with her bright colored bib.
nah because that baby is his and heâs gonna do whatever to protect her. thatâs his âprincess.â
âGood morning, princess,â He greets quietly as he steps into the nursery. Loud babbling alarmed him to step into the room, telling him she had awoken.
When he bent over the crib, he was met with her big wide colorful eyes. Babbling to her father, arms stretched, hoping to be held. Her lip quivers scared who wouldnât get the message, âDa Da,â sheâd whimper.
âO-oh my baby!â Heâd coo babyishly. Tending to his daughter, Harry would pick up his baby up, setting her on his hip as she clings to his shirtless body. âDonât cry mâpretty girl. Donât yeâ cry.â
He bounced her in her arms, giving her soft kisses to her temple.
The fact the baby would probably be a daddyâs girl would be so !!! like when the baby is like 18 months and theyâre able to say simple, âmommy,â and âdaddyââs
âDaddy,â Her lip would quiver after watching her Daddy leave the room and Harry would immediately revert his tracks. Harry shirtless with his hair tied up and just into his shorts as he was about to jump into the shower. But immediately making a 360 turn to his fiancĂŠe and daughter on the large bed in their bedroom.
âIâm right here baby,â He said walking back to his daughter. Hand out to her, sheâd wrap her little hand around his two fingers.
âDaddy's going to shower heâll be right back,â Y/n promised, holding her. The child tried to move towards the edge of the bed to crawl towards her father but Y/n held her hold.
âIâll be right back, baby, promise,â Harry pouted.
please i just know he hates leaving her!!
When heâd walk away, again⌠Her lip would tremble and her eyes would swell with tears, âDa-Daddy,â She called silently.
Harryâs quick to look back her watching him walk to the bedrooms master bathroom.
âOh baby, come here,â He took her right when the tear finally fell down her cheek. She curled up into his neck as he rubbed down her back sympathetically.
Y/nâs quick to hold her up and let Harry tend to her. As much as Y/n would be jealous of the favoritism Lily has over her for her father she couldnât blame herâ Harry treated her like a little princess.
âHow about we take a bath, yeah? Wanna do that?â
Harry letâs her soft hand hold his large finger, he doesnât get a response but Y/n smiles before saying, âIâll get it set up.â
harry taking gears when y/n is exhausted.
âOh hello my gorgeous girls,â Kissing them both on the foreheads softly, Y/n would smile wholeheartedly.
Holding the bottle up to Lilyâs mouth Y/n smiled sleepishly at Harry. âHi,â She spoke quietly. Harry looked her in the eyes and immediately noticed the sleep she was craving.
âOh my love, I got this. Why donât you rest for the night? I got haââ He offered, holding his hand out for the baby.
âAre you sure?â
âYeah youâve been with her all day, Iâve got her,â Harry answered sweetly taking the baby from Y/nâs arms. He felt all though he was tired she deserved the rest more than he did.
âWell sheâs fed, she just wanted to drink outta the cup for a while, I guess. You got this?â She checked.
âYeah,â He assured her.
âMmh, youâre the best. Thank you baby.â She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, before receiving one of for her own. âAlways. Goodnight my love.â
âGoodnight.â
Y/n kissed Lily on the head before heading upstairs to bed.
Harry bounced Lily in his arms softly, going to lie down on the sofa.
Humming whatever tune in his head. Whatever it was he couldnât get it out of his head. Pulling the silly cup away from her mouth as she began to doze off, Harry laid Lilyâs body up on his broad chest.
Singing against her forehead ever so lightly. A tune thatâs been stuck in his head all day, humming it softly above his daughters head as he stared up at the bare ceiling.
IM GOING TO EXPLODE.
harryâs def the type to give her a little talks when heâs stressed or just out of it.
âI think mummaâs upset with me,â Heâll speak lowly, sitting in the chair in the nursery, holding his daughter straight forward cradled in his arms.
âIâm trying,â Heâll tell her. âI just wish I could be with you guys all the time, you know. Iâm trying toâ you guys are my number one priority, you know that right? But I donât want mommy to think the opposite,â He told her truthfully. âDo you think I'm doing a good job?â He asked the question, not getting any response.
âI know mummy thinks I'm doing a bad job.â He speaks sadly, âI know she feels like sheâs on her own. But Iâm trying I really amââ Lilyâs eyes brightened and her small hand grabbing at his face in response.
âIâ What? What you grabbing atââ He lent forward to see her mission on his face only for her to grab at his long strands of hair. Opening her mouth wide, Harryâs eyes widen, âNo, my love. You cannot chew my hair,â He chuckled, pulling his hair back from her mouth on for her to began swinging around her tiny finger. âI really wish I could be with 24/7,â He sighed. âSoon, though. Just gotta make it up to mumma. She doesnât deserve to be all alone on this. You could be a handful my little angel,â He teased. Knowing she couldnât understand most of what he was ranting about was the most comforting thing about this conversation.
âI love you,â He sighed. âIâm trying,â He promised her. Letting her softly tug on his hair, her eyes focused on the hair, and his focused on her large ones. âDo you believe me?â Brushing her hair back softly, Harry brushed his nose against hers, âIâm sorry if Iâm not doing well, baby. Iâm trying to be their for you guys everyday but you know, the band. But itâs okay, alright? Because the boysâ we are planning a little break. Iâm hoping during that break I could spend everyday with you and mummy, yeah? Speaking of which, what you think about me doing my own thing? You think Daddy can do it, huh? Without the boys, Daddy can do it by himself, right? I mean itâs only a little break but if I ever wanted to focus on just something like a solo thing⌠do you think I can do something with it?â
Lily babbled baby noises that made Harry chuckle. A little yawn followed, telling him it was about time he wrapped this midnight talk up. Smiling softly at his daughter, their matching dimples mirroring each other. âI always knew youâll be my number one supporter,â He chuckled pressing a kiss to her nose. âI love you with my whole heart, lovebug. So much it hurts.â
i def over did. it with the end but i couldnât help it ugh thatâs his baby:(
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Summary: y/n canât sleep so Harry gets a âyou upâ text.
Warnings: SMUT18+, unprotected sex, strong language, oral, filth, some fluff at the end
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I tossed and turned for what felt like hours.
I let out a sigh, fighting the urges to call him. I haven't spoke to Harry in weeks because I was getting feelings and feelings for Harry were a no go.
"Fuck it." I roll over and slap my hand on my phone, dragging it over me. I go into my messages and scroll down to Harry's name. I chew on my lip, really debating if I want to do this.
I do.
I sink low and send him the typical, you up? text that most guys send at this time.
He might not even be up. I start to breathe a little faster. Anxiety mixed with excitement.
I get a text back and sure enough, he's up.
Harry:Â Well well well, if it ain't little miss lonely.
I scoff and roll my eyes,
Me: What's that supposed to mean?
Harry: Come over and I'll tell you.
I bite my lip and smirk,
Me: What's in it for me?
Harry: Come over and I'll show you.
I sigh, "Doesn't this man know what sexting is?" I sit up and I swear my thumbs move on their own,
Me: On my way.
I smile and try to keep my excitement down to a minimum. "Oh shit. Shit shit." I get up and quickly make myself look decent. I throw on a sweatshirt and leggings and slip on my shoes.
I quietly sneak past my sisters room and walk down the steps.
I grab my purse and grab my keys off the hook.
"Where are you going?" My sister asks popping around the corner, scaring the absolute shit out of me.
"Ah! Julie I almost killed you." I yell, "What the fuck are you doing?" She crosses her arms and smirks, "I can ask you the same thing. You going to see Harry?"
I look at her quickly, "What? N-no. I'm going to-" I sigh, "Yes."
She shakes her head, "He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that." She says as she walks away.
"What?" I say turning towards her. She stops on the steps and leans down over the banister, "Don't keep him waiting."
I scoff and look at my phone,
Harry: Come on, love. I can't wait to see you.
Me: I'm coming, I'm coming. Chill out.
I walk out and get into my car. I put on my music and grip the steering wheel tight before I start driving.
He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that.
I think about what Julie said, over and over again. Her voice playing in my head the whole time I drive to Harry's.
I sit in my car and I look up at his apartment, butterflies start to fill my stomach.
Me: I'm here. I'll be up.
I get out and lock my car, slowly walking up the steps to his door. I knock a few times before the door opens.
There stands Harry. Hot and shirtless. Tattoos on full display.
I bite my lip as my eyes scan over his half naked body, his voice snapping me out of my stare.
"Are you coming in, or are you just going to stand there and gawk over me."
I look up at him and shake my head with a smirk, "Shut up." I walk in past him and push his shoulder. He shuts the door and presses his back against it with his arms crossed over his chest.
"What?" I ask while setting my bag on the couch.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of having you being here at this hour?" He chuckles. I shrug, "I guess I just .. needed a temporary fix."
"Yeah?" He walks over to me, "I told you can call me when you're lonely." He brushes hair off my shoulder and tucks it behind my ear, "When you can't sleep.." he slides his hands down to my hips and pulls me into him, "I'll always be your temporary fix."
I look from his eyes up to his lips and smirk before he leans down and kisses me which quickly turns into a very hot make out.
"I've missed you." He mumbles lowly.
I nod in agreement, slipping my hoodie off over my head and tossing it to the ground. I connect my lips with his and he unhooks my bra, sliding it down over my arms and dropping it.
He backs me up into his bedroom, not breaking the kiss.
My knees bend as I hit the bed and I fall back, pulling him with me. He holds his weight up as he hovers over me.
He places kisses down my chest and stomach and takes off my pants and panties together in one swift motion.
I raise my eyebrows.
He shrugs and crawls back onto me, "What?" He kisses me, "I said I've missed you." I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck.
"Didn't you miss me?" He teases, "Didn't you miss how my cock feels inside that tight little pussy you have? Hmm." He kisses my neck and sucks on a spot.
I whimper, "Y-yes." I run my fingers through his hair and arch my back as I can feel him sinking his teeth into my skin, "Fuck."
He kisses up to my ear, "Ive also missed those lips of yours."
"Which ones?" I joke and he looks up at me, "Both of them." He pushes his sweats down immediately freeing his cock.
My eyes flick down and I lick my lips, "Let me suck you off for a little." I look back up to him and he nods eagerly.
I nod for him to lay on the bed and I get up on my knees to finish taking off his sweats. I get myself into position, laying on my belly with my feet kicking in the air behind me.
I lean in and lick a long stripe up the shaft of his cock and he gasps, "Oh." I lick the tip, tasting his salty precum, "Mm, someone's excited." I tease playfully.
He tilts his head and nods once with his teeth holding onto his bottom lip.
I wrap my hand around him and work my way onto his cock. I swirl my tongue and bob my head, each bob earning a moan that gets louder and louder.
"Shit." He gasps laying a hand on the back of my head. He gently pushes my head further down and I let him. I gag slightly as he hits the back of my throat and he jerks his hips, "Fuck, baby."
I hold it there for a few moments as he thrusts his hips slowly.
"O-okay. Come here." He runs a hand up and down my back. I sit up and wipe my mouth before straddling him. Without a word, I slowly sink down into him.
My lips part slowly as I close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the feeling of finally having him inside of me after not having him for weeks.
"Still feel so good." He moans. He grips my hips and starts to slowly rock them. I gasp and look at him, "That feels so good." He smirks and watches me. He leans his head forward so I can wrap and arm around his neck.
I start to bounce, moaning into his neck, "Harry." He wraps and arm around my waist and holds me, moaning along with me.
I wrap my arms tighter around him as I can feel my orgasm approaching, "M'gonna cum." I whimper, "Fuck, Harry."
He turns his head and kisses my neck, biting the same sensitive spot he already marked me with, "Cum on my cock."
I rock my hips, getting him to hit exactly where I need him to hit and I gasp loudly followed by the scream of his name, "Harry, fuck fuck." I groan and arch my back so my chest is pressed more into his.
He thrusts his hips up to meet mine, fucking me through my leg shaking orgasm.
He rolls us over so he's on top now, "Feel good?"
I bite my lip and smile, "Always."
He slides a hand up to my neck and gently starts to squeeze the sides. He starts to thrust again but slow and hard. He watches my face as my eyes roll back and I smile.
"You dirty girl. You like being choked don't you?"
I keep smiling and nod.
He thrusts all the way in and pushes against me, "You're so fucking hot." He slowly moves his hips causing me to whimper.
He removes his hand from my throat and leans down to kiss me, "Where do you want me to cum?" I open my mouth and stick my tongue out.
He nods with a smirk, "As you wish." He starts to thrusts again at a faster pace. He groans and grips my hips tight, tilting his head back.
He pulls out and I quickly get up, wrapping my lips around the head and pumping. He tangles his fingers into my hair and moans as he pumps his hot cum into my throat.
"Fuck, baby, Mm, fuck." He moans as I suck him clean. I lean and fall back onto the bed. He lays down on his stomach next to me, "that.." he blows air and smiles.
I nod, "one hundred percent." I look up at the ceiling and bite my lip. I didn't realize Harry was staring at me until a few minutes later.
"What's going on in that beautiful brain of yours?" He props himself up onto one of his elbows, "Whatcha thinkin about?"
I look over at him and shake my head, "Nothing, it's nothing."
He lays a hand on mine, "It's obviously not just nothing, what's going on?"
I sigh and laugh slightly, "My.. uh, my sister said something to me when she caught me sneaking out and I can't stop thinking about it."
"Uh oh. What did the all mighty Julie have to say?" He chuckles.
I think for a moment, "That.. you're not just a temporary fix for me." I slowly look over at him and he has a smile plastered on his lips.
"What?" I ask slightly embarrassed, "Harry don't ma-"
He brings a hand up to turn my head towards him, "That Talia I told you about.." he pauses and I nod, "Yeah? What about her?"
"She isn't real."
"Huh?" I ask confused.
He shakes his head, "I mean, she is, but she has a girlfriend and I just told you that to see if you'd get jealous because I wanted to see if you caught feelings like I did."
"Feelings we're hooked lined and sunk a while ago buddy."
"Buddy? Did you just friendzone me?" He laughs and leans in, "I don't want to be just a temporary fix for you anymore." He kisses my forehead.
"Good because I don't want you to be either." I place my lips on his and we fall asleep cuddling with our naked bodies as close to one another as they can be.
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Harryâs Home
Part II.
Read Part 1 Here!
Pairing/AU: Roommate!Harry // Roommate!Y/N
Word Count: ~ 8.7k words
â ď¸ Content Warnings: Adult Language, Lots of Flirting, Pining, Sexual Desire, References to Body Weight (âChubbyâ Reader), Mentions of Body-Type Biases, Fantasies of Rough Sex, Breeding Fantasies, ~Slow Burn~
My mom adores Harry (probably more than me, sometimes) and sheâs confident that weâll fall in love and get married within the next year or so. To Harryâs chagrin, his own mother seems to also be manifesting some sort of whirlwind romance to ignite within this cottage. Not to brag, but Anne Twist has already practically declared me as her daughter-in-law. She mirrors my motherâs doting of Harry, and I donât mind it one bit. Iâve even heard Anne and Harry talking about me a few times during her brief visits to the states. Always pleasant things, thankfully.
One time, they were chatting in the kitchen while Iâd just passed them to continue laundry in the room across the hall. I could hear every wordâwhilst Iâm sure that Harry hoped to God I couldnât hear any of itâŚbut these walls are just so thin.Â
ââScuse me, guysâŚjust gotta get these goinâ.â I smiled, making my way down the hallway with Harryâs clothes hamper. Before Iâd passed by, I made eye contact with Harry for a brief moment. My heart sank as if I was nervous all of a sudden. I didnât know why, but things felt weird that day. Between Harry and I, I mean. Normally, I wouldnât even bat an eye whilst giving the man a quick greeting in passing. I lived with him, he was the first and last person Iâd see and speak to every day, so I was used to his presence being a constant in my life. But that afternoon, something just seemed off.Â
Maybe it had something to do with his mom visiting usâuh, I mean, him. Ugh, Iâve gotta quit making a habit out of grouping Harry and I together as a package deal. Weâre not a couple. No matter how much his mom hugged and doted on me like I was her own daughter, the line was already drawn when we signed our lease.
Thatâs not to say that Anne has ever made me feel uncomfortable. Quite the contrary. It was strange how natural and familiar it felt to be around Harryâs mom. I suppose one thing that bothered me is that sheâd tend to assume things about our relationship. And so the unavoidable reality of my roommateâs mother suspecting us to be more than just friends certainly made me a little uncomfortable. Actually, insecure would be a better word for it. I was insecure that I may have been too obvious in the way I care for Harry, and that I was stupid for even having thought he could feel anything similar towards me.Â
I teetered between optimism and self-pity constantly. Men could be so complicated. Nay. Harry could be so complicated. But thatâs beside the point. The real issue was the growing tension in the airâŚthe flickering flame left unattended, slowly eating away at both Harry and myself for far too long. And Anne, of all people, would be the first one to bring attention to it.
Once Iâd made it to the laundry room, I popped open the washing machine and dumped out all of Harryâs dirty clothes. I was truly minding my own business, drifting off in my own little world; but then I was yanked out by Anne and Harryâs restless banter that echoed down the hall and disturbed my relaxed state of autopilot.
âOh, youâre cheeky, Harry.â Anne hummed. Even though they couldnât see me anymore, my ears still worked fine from where I was. I donât think Harryâs mom really intended to be quiet anyway. âWhat?â Harry asked after sighing. âOh, donât act so shy, dear. Iâve seen the way you look at her.â As the last words exited her mouth, it was like a light switched on inside of her. She gasped and swatted at Harryâs shoulderâhim instantly reacting with a, âWhat I do?!â Anne then scoffed, âWhy didnât you tell me the two of you finally got together?!â A kaleidoscope of butterflies danced around the soft curls that cascaded down my shoulders and traveled south to tickle my belly.Â
Harry looked at meâŚlike that? In front of his own mother? So he wasnât just a horny bastardâŚhe was actually attractâ
ââWhat on Earth are you talking about? Me ân her?!â Harry gestured towards the hallway. Anne pursed her lips and nodded. âOi, thaâs ridiculous! Y/N and me?! Thaâs justâŚthatâll never happenâŚâ
Oh, umâŚnever mind.
ââŚâSides, mum, youâre mad if yâthink Iâd start somethinâ up' with my housemate. Just be makinâ things weirdâŚSheâs not even my type, anyway.â
I silently sighed out a breath and roughly dumped out the rest of Harryâs dirty clothes into the washer, a faint scowl adorning my face.
âYeah, right. You canât possibly expect me to believe any of that rubbish. I think youâre just afraid of getting hurt again.â I could tell by the sadness in her voice that she was frowning. âOh, my poor baby boy. Donât you think you should put yourself back out there, Lovie?âÂ
âNo, no. Itâs not because Iâm afraid, mum. Iâm justâŚIâm too busy. Vol. 6 is working on an autumn collection, and Iâm in charge of the ad design. Iâve got a lot on my plate, you know?â
To be fair, Harry was actually getting pretty busy at work. Heâd told me about the new campaign heâd been working on and how it needed to be approved by corporate by October. That meant he had a couple weeks to complete it. I was excited for him, as heâd become the brandâs lead marketing strategist earlier this year, which had provided him with a lot of decision-making power in his department. Surprisingly, the promotion made him slightly more humble, but in-turn, he was also a bit crankier at home. I think it was because he was overworking himself, honestly.
Anne huffed and said, âWell, not everything in life has convenient timing, dear. Y/N could get scooped up tomorrow and youâd have completely blown it fâyourself!â The front door opened and it sounded to me that theyâd slowly made it out onto the front porch. Harry kept the door open, as there was a slight chill in the air and I assumed he was also feeling a bit flushed at the time, so the breeze was welcomed. Since Harry didnât shut the door, I was still able to listen to their conversation from the laundry room. Though, their voices became less intelligible due to the distance and the outdoor ambiance.
âOi, mum! Please keep your voice down!â I found it funny how Harry was claiming he had nothing but platonic feelings for meâthat he was too busy and we werenât compatible in that way at allâyet, he sounded so desperate to ensure I wasnât able to overhear their discussion. If he didnât care about me romantically, why would he be so adamant about keeping Anneâs volume down? Why would he be so defensive about it? Itâs not like heâd be lowballing if he were to go for me. I may not be perfect, but I donât have to be a skinny little model with legs for daysâmy body has curves to die for, and no man has to worry that heâll break me in half. My feelings are fragile, but I can take a good, hard fucking any day of the week. Hell, Iâd take it every day of the week if it were up to me. And for his informationâI haveâŚitâs just been a whileâŚ
âSheâs doinâ your laundry, for bloody sake!â That was true, I was doing his laundry. But that was only because Harryâs always insisted that I do it. Ever since this one time when we were sitting on the couch together, and I was falling asleep watching tv. Attempting to get more comfortable, Iâd stretched my legs out towards him and laid back against a pillow and the couch arm. Luckily for me, Harry was nice enough that night to let me get away with using him as a leg rest without any complaints. I also remember him starting to doze off. Instead of pushing me out of the way and going up to bed, he squeezed himself to lay behind me and spooned me. He nuzzled his face into my hair and into my neck, and then rested his cheek against my shoulder. I then heard the rumble of his sleepy voice as he said, âMmhâŚyou smellâŚsâsweetâŚkinda like vanillaâŚI like thaââŚwanna smell ya all the timeâŚyou should wash my clothes fâme so I can smell you on me wherever I goâŚâ
At the time, as I laid there in a soft daze with Harryâs strong, inked arms wrapped around my middle, his stubble scratching my neck, and something firm rocking back and forth ever-so-gently against my assâŚmy heart soared at his words, and I couldnât bear to deny him his request.
Later, standing alone with an alert mind sans sexy, tattooed, British rake pressed tightly against my plush bodyâI was no longer swooning. Harry was perfectly capable of using the same combination of detergent, softener, and scent beads that I use. If he desired my aroma so badly, the ingredients wouldâve been all he needed. I guess he was in charge of cooking and the dishes, so there wasnât really an imbalance of responsibilities. But, damn. What a doormat I'd been for going through with that. He may be insanely hot, but heâs still just as stinky as the rest of them. Sure, Iâve been more than happy to fold all his clean clothes for him, but only if theyâre fresh out of the dryer and smell all light and powdery like Downy.
âNo, no, we split the difference! Sheâs got the laundry, and Iâve got the, uhâŚkitchen. Cooking and all thaâ.â Even though he was responding defensively, he was only digging himself a deeper hole in front of his mother. She saw right through all those excuses, explanations, etc. So did I. However, Anne was approaching her disbelief a lot differently than how I wouldâve if it were me who he was blabbing all that nonsense to. Granted, I didnât raise him from infancy, nor had I even known the man for very long. But the truth was that Harryâs never been great at confrontationâwell, when heâs on the opposite end of it, at least. And so he tended to struggle with his words whenever someone caught him at a time when he wasnât prepared.Â
âI know youâve got feelings fâher, Gemma knows you doâŚhell, I bet Y/N even knows it! Câmon, Harry. You two are so cute!â Anne sounded absolutely delighted. I didnât blame her, but I couldnât share her same excitement.
Instead of stepping in and saving Harry from any further humiliation from his mother, I decided Iâd just stay hidden and let him dig himself out on his own. Heâs a grown man, he could fight his own battles. Besides, I was too busy doing his fucking laundry.
âIâGemmaâs a right nutcase, and you know thaâ, mum!â Harry whispered.
âOh, nonsense. Gem knows you even better than I do, Harry!â
I have to give credit to Anne for so shamelessly putting him on the spot like that. Typically, I was the one who tripped over the simplest of words and phrases. Itâs just in my timid nature. But it was entertaining to hear someone elseâsomeone whoâs normally so haughty and snideâexperiencing that kind of social mishap. Especially since that same person tended to use my weakness against me. Karmaâs a bitch, huh, Harry?
âThat pestâ!â He seethed before Anne immediately cut him off.
ââOi, hey! Be nice to your sister, Harry! You know, one day, when Iâm all old and sicklyâŚâ
Harry furrowed his eyebrows.
â...Youâll want me to live with her! Keep up that attitude, boy, and youâll be the one changing my diapers!â
Aw, what a Hallmark moment.
I wouldnât have been surprised if Harry was white-knuckling the doorknob. I could picture it vividlyâdeep lines between his brows, nostrils flaring, his free hand held up to his bottom lip, whilst his sweet mother grinned ear to ear and pinched at his adorable, pink cheeks. â...Ooh, but Harry, lovie, itâs so exciting to think that once you and Y/N finally get together, Iâll have a second daughter! God, I just canât wait for the wedding!â Anne squealed. Harry mustâve glared at his mother right then because I couldnât hear him say anything. âDo you think youâll have it here, or will we fly you back home? In that case, itâll probably need to be a smaller ceremony, hm? âCould always have the ceremony in Holmes, and then close family can fly out for a reception here. Iâve heard of couples doing things of that sortâŚNo matterâweâll cross that road when we get to it.â She beamed with a quick laugh.
My cheeks hurt and I didnât know why until I noticed Iâd been fighting a smile. I felt childish. It was silly to consider all of that stuff even remotely possibleâI mean, Harry and I being a couple. Thinking about us getting marriedâŚno, noâŚthat could never happen. Just as he said.
âMy grandchildren are going to be so beautiful!â Suddenly my fantastical mother-in-law sang from the front porch.
G-Grandchildren..? Iâd almost dumped the entire jug of detergent into the washing machine at that one. Marriage was one thing. But giving birth toâŚm-m-multiple children?!Â
I didnât have any intention to have a babyâlet alone babies, plural. I mightâve not wanted children at allâŚwell, maybe oneâŚor I could just forget about the classic American Dream and get a cat instead. I had no clue. But now I was thinking about it.Â
More than just thinking about it, though. I was fantasizing.
My mind was locked on the specific scenario of Harry impregnating me. Marking me as his own. Sowing his seed deep inside my fertile cervix. Hot waves of liquid heat then soaked into the crotch of my panties. I guess my body was quite fond of that fantasy.
As the damp cotton between my generous thighs uncomfortably clung to my sensitive skin, I thought Iâd might as well just add them to the wash. So I pushed them down my legs and stepped out of them before taking a moment to examine the evidence of my obnoxious downpour of arousal. I bit my lip at the sight of the large, sodden stain. How was that arrogant asshole able to do this kind of shit to me? He wasnât even in the room!
I scoffed, shaking my head at the humiliating outcome of my sexual deprivation and desperation, and flung the soiled panties into the machine. Good thing I was wearing a dress where the skirt was long enough to cover my newly-bare ass and cunt. Well, provided I wouldnât be standing at the even slightest off-angle. Lord, I was so grateful to have been out of sight as my body was bent over at the waist, reaching out for the fabric softener.
Whilst I kept on loading the washer, I was also daydreaming about my newest fantasy.Â
Maybe I wouldnât mind bearing Harryâs childrenâŚone wouldnât be so bad, would it? I wouldnât be all that against weaning off my birth control and letting the inevitable happen. You knowâŚonce heâd pump all his hot cum inside meâŚHe could give it to me every morning before workâŚafter workâŚbefore bedâŚin the middle of the nightâŚhell, if he called me on a lunch break asking if I could take another load, I know I wouldnât be able to resist. Standing commando in the laundry room got me wondering what Harry would do if I just started walking around the house with tiny little shorts and dresses and rompers with nothing on underneath (except for a bra, probably. Iâd need the support). I was grateful for my large, gap-less thighs at that moment as I could sense that more moisture was threatening to escape down my wobbly legs.
I was trying my best not to peek out from the laundry room to witness the scene unfolding for myself, but I stood still with my back pressed against the washing machine, Anneâs words repeating themselves over and over again in my head. Whether any of that dreamy nonsense was trueâŚthat Harry had romantic feelings for meâŚit just wasnât realistic. I had to remind myself that it was just a bunch of harmless teasing. That Harryâs mom was exaggerating the truth for a laugh. Making up elaborate future plans to get his goat. Yeah, thatâs all it was. I could understand why sheâd push Harry into throwing one of his lilâ man-tantrumsâheâs awfully adorable when heâs stuttering and all red in the face, having the hardest time letting it go.
Growing curious, and not being able to hear them as clearly anymore, I moved myself out from the laundry room and closer towards them at the entryway. I still kept myself somewhat hidden behind one of the large wooden columns situated between the hallway and the front door, near the kitchenâs island counter. I was right when I assumed theyâd already made it outside onto the front porch. Anne was so close to actually leaving, but I guess Anne preferred to do a Minnesota goodbye that afternoon. She proceeded to gush about Harryâs non-existent future with me, adding more details for wedding planning. Meanwhile, Harry was trying to keep her mouth shut in the most patient and polite manner heâd deemed possible. Heâd already stayed silent through the comments about providing his mother with grandchildren, but it seemed as though she wasnât going to end the discussion any time soon. It was time to take more drastic measures. He knew better than to be disrespectful towards his mother, and he never intended to blatantly disrespect her in any way. Except, by this point, Harry was reaching the limit of his patience. If it meant he could keep his personal business from reaching curious ears, heâd be willing to suffer the consequences.
âALRIGHT! I GET IT! SHHHHH!â Harry was desperate to get her out the door as soon as he could at that moment. Heâd never act that way towards his mother, otherwise. Anne, however, was not in the mood to tolerate his behavior. It didnât matter that Harry was a full-grown, 30-year-old man. A mother will always be a mother. She gasped at the way her son tried to silence her and lightly smacked his shoulder. I saw it coming from a mile away, and I wasnât even technically there.
âDonât you shush your mother, Harry Edward.â She tsk-tsked. âButâ!â Before he could even defend himself, Anne cut him off. ââEnough! Zip it.â The snap of her fingers made my mind create a hilarious image of Harry standing there at 6-feet tall, but presenting as a tiny toddler on the verge of a tantrum. I had to muffle my giggle with my hand.
Then, I decided to sneak a quick glance from behind the column. From where I was, I could see Harry leant up against our opened front door, his arms crossed over his abdomen, one set of long, ringed digits pulling at his lips. âOi, and quit picking your lips! Sheâll never wanna kiss you if youâre all chapped ân bleedinâ, lovie!âÂ
âOh, fâfuckâs sake!â He whisper-yelled. I heard him smack his palms down at his sides like some crabby 3 year-old having just been told to behave himself. Anne cracked up at her sonâs childish display of whiny defiance. âAlright, well, Iâll head out now. Gotta give you two some alone time.â Harryâs mom hummed suggestively. I rolled my lips into my mouth and fought not to laugh out loud.
Then, I had a feeling that, to Harry, I mustâve seemed to be âminding my own businessâ for a bit too long in the laundry room, and that I shouldâve actually been finished with the chore by that time. Except Iâd just been eavesdropping like a nosey-Nellie for their entire conversation. Mildly flustered, I bolted back to the laundry room, opened the dryer, and began to hastily pull all the warm towels and linens out from the front of the machine. I was pretty sure my breakaway was âsmoothâ enough that they had no idea I was snooping. Well, I knew for sure that Harry didnâtâŚor at least thatâs what I thought.Â
It was a good thing towels arenât able to make much of a ruckus when theyâre dropped into a plastic basket. I made sure to fuss aroundâemptying the lint trap, reorganizing the coat-rack, gathering stray hangers, and clicking the âstartâ button on the washing machine. I was doing all of that just to make up an internal alibi of sorts for having been putzing for so long. Just in case.Â
In the midst of my rush to complete miscellaneous tasks, some of the dust from the lint trap puffed out into the air in front of my face as I was dumping it out, and I had to hold a knuckle to my nose in an effort to keep an incoming sneeze at bay. Eventually, the tickle died down and I could carry on dicking around and acting busy.Â
âThatâs a wonderful plan, Mum. Be seeinâ you.â Harry sighed.
âI LOVE YOU, BOTH!â Anne called out with a slight amplification, intending to also inform me of her departure. âLove you, too!â I responded, almost instantaneously, also at the exact same time as Harry. My voice ricocheted against the walls and I knew Iâd been much too quick to speak. My hand immediately slapped over my mouth once the words left my lips. There was no way I couldâve convinced Harry anymore that Iâd been genuinely oblivious of their back-and-forth, innocently occupied by a pile of towels for the past 5-10 minutes. If he didnât already know that I was listening in on them, Harry definitely realized it then. But everything just proceeded as usualâHarry grumbling back at his mother, returning her affections with a huff.Â
âUm, also, could you let Gemma know that if she keeps running her mouth, she can bloody forget about her early-access to the autumn catalog? Cheers.â
The door closed after one final guffaw from Anne, and Harry hastily turned the lock before eventually releasing a frustrated breath into his hands. I decided it was a good time to get going with my chores.
A basket of warm washcloths, towels, and sheets was held between my plump hip and my soft hands. As I exited the laundry room, the heat radiating off the freshly-tossed cloth caused a flush of pink to wash over my skin. It was a nice contrast to the cool breeze that had entered through our front door. I made eye-contact with Harry who then let his hands drop from his face once he met my eyes looking through his fingers. Warmth radiated off of him like a space heater, his cheeks were flushed red, and it seemed as though he was burning upâunaffected by the bite of the autumn air.
Maybe heâd also been imagining the two of us making babies. Or maybe he was just mortified by the way his mother assumed our relationship to be more intimate than it truly was. It was possible that the idea of marrying me made him nauseousâand not just in an innocent, nervous way, either. Rather, he was disgusted by imagining such intimate things involving me.
Regardless, I found him adorable whenever he blushed like that. To me, his rare displays of bashfulness brought him back down to earth, and they reminded me of the fact that we were similarly human. Similarly sensitive. Similarly deep in our thoughts. I donât know why he made a point out of telling Anne that I wasnât âhis type.â Obviously, he hadnât had much lasting success with whoever fits into his âtype,â so maybe he could use someone new for a change...Â
As I approached him, I gave him a kind smile and greeted him with a simple question.
âSo, whatâs for dinner?â I beamed at him sweetly.
Right as I was a meter or two away from him, I suddenly needed to sneeze again. That incessant tickle that tortures the nostrils and sinuses before raging out of the bodyâit came back to sabotage me in that moment. My previous attempt at holding it in was deemed absolutely useless, as this time it felt like the sneeze doubled in magnitude purely out of spite. My body was fighting against me. The universe was laughing, finding my indignity entertaining. I guess thatâs what I get for eavesdropping, huh?
I sniffled a few timesâmy last efforts to prevent the inevitable. But I had failed. I sucked in a deep breath before âachooâ-ing into my elbow. It was a loud, high-pitched sneeze. If I hadnât known it came from me, I wouldâve assumed the television was turned on in the living room, playing a childrenâs cartoon. At least I didnât shoot snot onto my pretty, ruffled sleeves. Or worse, failing to cover my nose and mouth and sneezing right onto Harry. Gotta look for the silver linings, you know?
Unfortunately, my sneeze miraculously sent the blushing boy, who felt so close to my level, back up to his normal selfâreuniting him with his high-horse, his pedestal, his soapbox, his big head, and everything else that keeps him standing at a mile taller than me.Â
âOh, my goodnessâŚGod bless youâŚâ Harry bellowed, his hand pressed to his heart in mock-aghast. Though he was taunting me, I oddly didnât feel ashamed or embarrassed. He paused and his lips formed the cruelest smirk before he continued, ââŚmy sweet Bunny.â My thighs subconsciously squeezed together at him using his favorite pet-name he has for me. What Iâd never let him know was how it was my favorite, too.Â
âHumph, thanks.â I sniffled, trying my best to pretend unfazed by the special nickname. His eyes finally drifted down my figure, and it seemed he was parched due to the way he was drinking me in through his pupils. Everything around me, especially Harry, seemed massive compared to my shrinking frame. Perspectives were changing drastically, and I was no longer safe from Harryâs sharp scrutiny. I was aware Iâd been the one to place myself under his spotlightâthat I had the ability to stay in my lane and keep my nose cleanâbut I was too weak. I craved his attention. I was starving for itâfor every inch of me to be thoroughly inspected and explored by that smug son of a bitch whilst he just stood there and acted like he owned me.Â
I wanted him, and I wanted him bad.
My bottom-energy may seem readily accessible to Harry, but thatâs only because heâs made it so easy for me to tempt him into his dominance. I just knew he was internally obsessing over how heâd further push me into submission. Thatâs one of the many reasons why being a sub is so liberating. Iâm the motivation. Iâm the star of the show. Iâm the cum-dump. And God, Iâd been wanting for so long to be all of those things and more for Harry. Only Harry.
As I continued walking in his direction, a washcloth accidentally fell onto the floor by his feet. âOpe, sorryâŚâ I squeaked. I stepped up to him so that we were directly in front of one another. I dramatically dropped to a bend at my kneesâspreading them widely apart in a bouncy crouch in order to retrieve the rogue towel, giving Harry a nice view of my cleavage as I stretched my arm downwards over my hiked-up skirt, intentionally pressing my breasts together with my straightened elbow. If only he was at a lower angle, then he couldâve seen a different set of drooling lips desperate for his cockâŚ
Christ, aliveâI am so glad I wasnât ballsy enough to accidentally say that out loud.
His eyes followed my movements, but he stood in that same spot unwaveringly, not stepping away even a little bit. My confidence strengthened due to his intense fixation upon me. The basket I was holding at my waist was slightly tipping at the new angle whilst I was reaching for the washcloth. My gaze flickered down to the basket, then back up at Harry. Ambitiously provocative ideas and scenarios flooded my brain. I thought about what would happen if I were to dump the basket onto the floor on purpose just to provoke him. Perhaps heâd tease me for my clumsiness and help me. Or maybe heâd get pissy instead and leave me to my mess. My body reacted out of curiosity and desire before my brain had the chance to refute the idea. Well, you miss 100% of the shots you donât take, right?Â
The towels had poured out onto the floor at Harryâs feet in a massive heap. Letting out a soft gasp, feigning shock, I set the basket aside and knelt all the way down to sit on my knees. I blinked my doll-like lashes back up at Harry, whose stare never left me, and I couldnât distinguish what he was thinking, let alone feeling. His expression was set in a firm deadpan. He couldâve been on the verge of an outburst, but he also couldâve been plainly unimpressed by my foolish antics. The man was annoyingly skilled at masking when he wanted to be.
I swallowed thickly at the silence. On the inside, I was kicking and screaming with regret. Why did I think he was going to play with me?! Why, after hearing him explicitly tell his mother that he wasnât interested in me, did I believe it would be a good idea to get on my knees in front of the man?! He obviously didnât desire me! I was humiliated. Rather than scrambling back onto my feet like a fool, I thought it would be best if I were to just stay in character. Hoe hard or hoe home.
âOh, noâŚIâm sorry, Harry.â I managed to peep out without my composure cracking. My voice was small and cute, but it still held enough power to it that I saw Harryâs jaw clench. It worked. I finally saw him narrow his eyes down at me with a tight jaw and flared nostrils. Sure, Sarah warned me that he had a hot temper, but she never told me how sexy he gets when his buttons are pressed. Iâd witnessed it myself a few times before this, but my body perceived it differently as I was down on my knees.Â
My breathing became harsh, my cleavage rising and falling more noticeably as I anxiously awaited more of a reaction from the man before me. I realistically expected a snarky quip and an eyeroll. Inversely, his face gave the impression that he was frustrated and struggling to keep it together. I was confused as to why he hadnât raised his voice at me yet. I expected him to be in more of a sensitive mood after his mother embarrassed him just a few minutes prior. I guess all that talk of marriage and babies didnât have much of a negative effect on him after all. Harry stayed stoic, and his silent glare was locked onto me for a good minute. 60 seconds is dreadfully long when thereâs nothing but steamy sexual-tension filling the room. My filthy mind had me imagine he was fighting his urge to throw me down prone onto the cold hardwood, lift my dress up over my ass, and spank me until I was begging him to fuck me. That was certainly my ideal outcome.Â
Logically speaking though, I could tell from the speckles of amber in his sage eyes that his emotions were in the red zoneâhe was angry. It wasnât because of the mess. No.Â
Harry may be a himbo, but heâs not stupid. He knew what I was thinking, he knew why I was acting the way I was, and he definitely wasnât going to let me get away with any of it.
He was hatching his own plan, and I was convinced a part of it was stretching this out for as long as he could physically restrain his primal instincts. It excited him to play this little game with me. How did I know? Because the bulge in his pants was almost at my exact eye-level, and I had no shame in looking right at it.Â
Why wouldnât I? That was my doing. I deserved to observe my hard work from my delicate little point-of-view.
Feeling a bit more daring after successfully bothering Harry with my suggestive positioning on the floor beneath him, I pouted my bottom lip and grabbed onto the bottom hem of my skirt, dragging it up and down my juicy thighs tauntingly yet sheepishly. The goal was to tease him and guilt him at the same time as if to tip-toe around being blatantly naughty. The breathy moan Iâd added on top of it all definitely did him in because I saw his Adamâs apple bob as he gulped at the sound.Â
My gaze fell back down to the tightness in the front of his pants for just a second or so, and I couldnât help the giggles that escaped me. Once the reality of the situation finally set in, I was unable to hide my true intentions.
There I wasâon my knees, looking up at him, my tits pushed out, eyes rounded and glossed over, my angelic face adorned with a devil-womanâs lip-biting grin, and the rate at which I was collecting each piece of laundry was just too agonizingly slow to be a legitimate attempt at the task.Â
You know whatâŚhe couldâve pulled his cock out and fucked my throat right then and there. He couldâve pushed me down onto my back and flipped my skirt up before shoving himself deep inside my needy little cunt. He couldâve demanded me to sit pretty while he jerked off onto my sweet little face. He could have held me down and made me scream so loud that Anne wouldâve heard me from her car, which was probably already 10 blocks away and counting at that point.
He had the ability to do whatever he wanted to me; I was physically and mentally incapable of resisting him. And yet, there I sat, my natural essence dripping down the backs of my thighs as Harry had me wrapped around his fingerâand he didnât do a single fucking thing to me.Â
And so I huffed, and I repeated what Iâd asked him previously before I sneezed, and before he said the one word that tipped me into my subspace.
âHumphâŚWhat are we having for dinner?â I asked softly, my voice sultry, yet impatient, and I had my arms crossed over my chest to emphasize my defiance towards him.
Harry took a deep breath and reached out to me. He caressed the side of my face and jaw with his gentle hand. I leaned into his touch as I awaited his answer. I was literally in the palm of his handâI mean, if he was holding bread crumbs, Iâd be licking it all up without a second thought. I would take anything and everything from him. What had this asshole done to me?
I felt his thumb slide up from my chin to fondle my bottom lip. It grazed from side to side for a while before he pulled downwards, tugging my lip down and releasing it. The gesture caused me to keep my lips separated for him. Harry took advantage of the small opening by pushing the same digit through to make contact with my slick tongue, and I instinctually gaped my mouth wider to grant him more access to my drooling entrance. He tapped the pad of his thumb onto my tongue a few times and I moaned at the taste of himâat simply the salt of his skin. My lips wrapped around his thumb and I gently suckled. I canât even imagine how much of a desperate slut I made myself look like as I slowly nursed on his thumb and hummed against its warm tip with my eyes lazily rolling back.Â
He just observed me in my catatonic bimbo state. He stood there and allowed me to put on that pathetic display on the floor at his feet for a few moments longer. I was sure heâd got just as much pleasure out of it as I did, as the sensual act taking place before him had forced a moan out of his throat.
He slowly pulled out of my drooling mouth and rubbed the wetness across my pink lips.Â
âD-Did you hear me?â I whispered breathlessly against Harryâs slippery thumb, my lashes fluttering up at him. âYes, love. Of course I heard you...â He sighed. Then, he bent down to a crouch, lowering himself down to my height so he could speak directly to me. â...ButâŚI donât think it really matters what we have, hmâŚ?â My brows furrowed in confusion which made him smile. Then he continued, â...Youâll take whatever I choose to give you, wonât you, Bunâ...?âÂ
His fingers raked through my hair lovingly as he said it. His voice was so soft yet the words so deafening at the same time. They pounded against my eardrums and almost knocked me on my ass when they left his lips.Â
I just nodded in reply, my eyes and my mouth glistening as rays of the afternoon glow beamed in from the front window and illuminated my irises. Harryâs mouth twitched as if he was fighting a smile. He never once took his eyes off of me. I had all of his attention, and it was addicting.
â...Mmh, sweet girlâŚnever you doubt these ears of mine, eitherâŚI can assure you, I hear everythingâŚâ
I couldnât stop the helpless whimper that came out of me. It was like he was speaking to me through codeâtelling me much more than what his words were able to reveal.
The sun was setting beyond the glass at our homeâs entrance. The air around us was almost bitterly chilly. I typically preferred the cold, but it seemed to be much more noticeable at the time. Goosebumps covered my arms, my neck, and my bare knees. I was feeling exposed and naked regardless of my dainty dress providing modesty.
But I could still feel Harryâs hot breath warming the cooled tip of my nose. His closeness cloaked my bare shoulders with security. Even though the wooden floor was bruising me, I felt entirely protected by Harryâs touch. By his presence. By his expressive adoration of me. My heart pulsed so hard against my chest, yet Harry seemed so relaxed. So calm. So strong. I needed him. I could not continue this ridiculous charade of ignoring my natural instincts just so that I can protect my feelings from potential social betrayal. His eyes bore into mine so deeply, so intensely. It was like they held me there, silently commanding me to keep being good for him. Iâve always been such a good girl for him. His best girl.Â
Whatever he wanted, I knew at that very second that Iâd obey each demand with a goddamn smile on my face. It didnât matter what he desired to give me. Whatever it was, I would take it, no questions asked. I lived off of his affections, addicted to the attention he provided. Was he as intoxicated by this as I was? Was he holding back? Did he need me, too?
Before I could even stutter out a response, Harry rose back up to his feetâreleasing me from his trance and his touch by curling a lock of my hair through his fingers and setting it bouncing free.
â...Iâll let you know when Iâm ready for you, aâright?â He assured me kindly.Â
I confirmed my understanding with a subtle nod. My lips rubbed together and I swallowed the abundance of moisture that had threatened to drip down the sides of my mouth.
âTh-thank you.â I just about squeaked out.
With that, he smiled sweetly and backed away into the kitchen.
The next thing I knew, I was still sitting alone near the entryway, my fingers fiddling with the tag of one of the bedsheets from the pile. I was worried Iâd made a puddle below me with my arousal, but my legs had been clenched too tightly for any of it to escape past my thighs. My knees were suddenly aching from the stiff support of the hardwood, and the clean linensâof which had been forgotten about since before Iâd even taken them out of the dryerâwere all cool and wrinkled. I shoved them all back into the basket as quickly as I could and hid in the laundry room until he called out to me that the food was ready.Â
Harry was right. I took whatever it was he made for us that night without a second thought. If he hadnât already served me a plate, I probably wouldâve eaten out of his bare hands. My brain had completely shut down for the rest of the evening. I remember I had to take care of the ache between my legs right after our meal, it was so unbearable. Â
That reminds meâdidnât he mention something about his ears?Â
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I typically get home from work before Harry does, and so my current state of rest and relaxationâcoincidentally adjacent to the book Iâm holding: My Year of Rest and Relaxationâis an occurrence Harryâs used to coming home to by now. I mean, not that heâs coming home to me. Heâs justâŚcoming home, and I also happen to be living here. Speaking of which, Iâm situated in my bedroom. I've already slipped into my night clothesâthin, loose pajama pants and an oversized crop teeâlaying my back against the cushioned headboard of my bed.Â
Suddenly, my ears perk up. The hum and vibration of the garage door opening and closing pulls my attention away from the novel Iâd been engrossed in for the past hour towards my empty door frame. Less than a minute later, a door slams, physically startling me, and my posture straightens as if Iâm expecting a scolding from an authority figure. I have no reason to react this way, really. Itâs not like this is anything out of the ordinary.
Harryâs home.
Thatâs all. But judging by the door slams, I should prepare myself for the likelihood that Harryâs had a bad day (again). Heâs been so overworked lately, but he doesnât like to talk out his stressors in much detail or duration because it just riles him up more. More accurately, in his own words:
âI appreciate that you care, Bunâ. I doâŚbut itâs just too complicatedâŚâs too much to get into right now. Think Iâm just gonâ meditate, or whatevaâ.â
His therapist definitely had more to advise him beyond meditation, but I think that Harry just cherry-picked whatever was closest to what heâs accustomed toâŚand so he thinks that his isolation method is perfectly justified (as long as he calls it meditation). Heâd never admit to that, though; and Iâd never call him out on it either. I know better than to poke an angry bear.
Harry believes he can continue living and avoiding the inevitable, but I have a good feeling that heâll take me up on my offer sometime soon. I just want to help him relax. Help him release some of that built-up tension. However, he prefers to hide himself away whilst simmering in a fuming silence until his primal instincts are numbed away.Â
I wished that I could be some sort of Black Widow to his Hulkâalthough the incredible sulk would be more like itâŚbut he canât stand being around anyone when heâs angry, not even meânayâespecially not me.Â
I canât help but to feel somewhat unworthy. As if Harry isnât comfortable enough with me to unpack all of his emotional baggage. Or maybe itâs not that I feel unworthy, per say, but rather that Iâm sick and tired of waiting for him to make a fucking move on me already. Iâve been patient for so long. The least he can do is use me as his stress reliefâŚin whatever way he needs to. Honestly, Iâm not picky anymore. Iâm dying for anything he can give me at this point.Â
We've had our arguments as Iâve mentioned. He'll seclude himself in his bedroom for an hour and eventually knock on my door once heâs cooled down to apologize. The vulnerability and innocence he shows me is quite sweet. I appreciate that side of him. And I understand that the man needs his space. It makes sense to me because whenever Iâm upset, Iâd prefer to be alone as well. So each time Harry taps his rings all melodically against my door after one of his little fits, I always acknowledge him warmly by opening the door and pulling him in for a hug. Emotional compatibility is one of our greatest strengths asâŚfriends. I think he appreciates me in that way, too.
Itâs become a thing with us nowâever since the day that I cried. Iâve never shared a closeness like this with another person until I moved in with Harry. We have this mutual understanding that home is a feeling, not a place. And honestly, Iâve internally accepted the fact that it wouldnât have mattered where we wouldâve livedâas long as I was with Harry, Iâd be at home.Â
To me, Harryâs home.
One time, we brought this topic upâŚHarry likes to refer to it as the âkindness lawâ or something like that. Harry began with, âWell, I jusâ wanna treat you the way I wanna be treatedâwâkindness.â He sighed, plopping onto his back on his bed and resting his hands behind his head, looking at me. I stood at the foot of his bed with my hands on my hips. He not-so-subtly raked his eyes over my figure and smirked to himself.
âSo, youâre gonna be nice to me now that Iâm doing your laundry, Styles?â
He chuckled and scooted up the bed until he could rest his back against his headboard. âMmm, thaâs right. I do have you doinâ my wash. Yâso good to me, Bunny...â I rolled my eyes and turned to walk out, but Harry quickly grabbed my hand in protest. ââŚOy, where yâgoinâ?â I looked back at him over my shoulder and giggled. âWhat, Harry.â I asked with a bored voice, but a cheeky smile on my face to counteract it. âWasnât finisshhhhed-uh!â
I was typically the whiner, so I was immediately cringing at the sound of Harryâs attempt at my art. He playfully tugged on my arm until I clumsily toppled over face-down onto his bed, and he chose my giggle fit as the perfect time to continue his speech aboutâŚwhatever it was he was talking about.
âAlright, now that the class is all hereâŚlet me continueâŚâ He boasted confidently. I slowly calmed down and propped myself up onto my elbows next to his lap, my loose curls messed and my oversized, off-shoulder sweater disheveled enough that he now had an excellent view of what was beneath my sweater: my ample breasts and the plunging push-up bra holding them up.Â
I smiled and nodded my head, signaling for him to carry on. He cleared his throat and ran a hand awkwardly through his hair.Â
âSoâŚâ He hesitated, noticeably struggling to remember what he was saying previously. âKindness?â I reminded him. âYes, yesâŚkindness. UhâŚwell, uhâŚHome is where, um, where loveâs made, or whatevaâ, yeah?â
I practically squealed and I added, âOoh, yeah! Home is where we make all the love, huh, Harry?â Harry just blushed and shook his head. He was trying desperately not to stare at my chest as my lower half sunk down onto the floor and I held my hands and breasts against the edge of his bed whilst I wheezed with laughter. He spent the following 10 minutes with a pillow over his lap and he eventually asked me to leave because he was tiredâŚ
The only reason this had been remotely funny beyond our shared childish humor was because neither of us had anything going on in that department for ages. Actually, come to think of it, I donât think weâve ever discussed each otherâs sex lives. But what I know for certain is that both of us have been extremely horny. Itâs been dreadful. According to Mitch, Harry hasnât had sex in at least a solid year and he canât even remember who he last slept with.Â
Apparently, thereâs just this vivid memory Harry has of not being able to stay hard, the other person complaining, and then everything suddenly stopped. Harry quickly grabbed all his clothes and just rushed straight out the door to drive back home to me. The only reason I can attest to this rumor of Mitchâs is that I remember when he came home that night. He reeked of cheap, floral body spray, his eyes were puffy as if heâd been sobbing the whole car ride home, and he burst through the door calling out for me. He apologized if he had woken me up, as it was a bit past midnight. However, I was still up watching reruns of The Nanny and nursing on a pint of ice cream when he came home, so I just laughed at him. He told me to pause the show and hurried to his bedroom to change his clothes. I silently thanked God he did because the second-hand perfume stench was stale and it made me a little nauseous. His natural scent is much more pleasant than whatever that girl was wearing. Not to mention a part of me died inside at the thought of Harry being close enough to another girl for that long to come home smelling so strongly of her.
Once heâd switched into new clothesâa fitted t-shirt and flannel pajama pantsâheâd climbed up onto my bed and eventually squirmed his way into laying his head atop my thighs. My hand brushed through his soft curls that had loosened into waves by that time. I think he fell asleep in my lap after one episode. It felt so natural in the moment that I, myself, started to doze off. And so I turned the tv off and pulled the manâs lean body down onto the pillows so I could be the big spoon and I held him. We fell asleep like that.
The next morning, I woke up and heâd already left my bed. It hurt me to see he was gone. But I had no reason to take it personally. Heâd just had a rough night and he needed some love. I was happy to have been the one to give it to himâeven if it was just some innocent, virtually-platonic cuddling, and nothing more. A part of me still ached a little bit whenever I thought back to how Harry chose to release himself from my arms and abandon the cozy nest weâd unintentionally made together. Maybe that was just the lonely part of me feeling that way. Iâm not gonna lie, itâs been a while since Iâd been sexually intimate with someone as well. Iâve never brought anyone back to the house (neither has he), but Harry always notices when I get dressed up to go out and then come home lateâŚand he knows I was with someone else becauseâsimilar to the way his scent had been overcome by a putrid cloak of trashy body spritzâmy signature scent would also be significantly altered. It causes a stir in Harry. He knows how childish it is to huff and puff to himself in his bedroom as he waits for my arrival. He knows he shouldnât be upset when the two of us arenât romantically involved. And he knows Iâll always come trudging my way back homeâŚback to my own bedroom where I end up finishing the job for myself. Regardless of his understanding of the situation, Harry refuses to act upon it. Refuses to take initiative. And I have no fucking idea why.
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Part 3
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quick blurb - LHH!Harry x best friend - 1.8K
Y/N shows up at Harryâs door, both intoxicated and letting go of there senses.
praise kink, oral (f receiving), p in v
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The rugby game rang through the apartment walls as I sat on my couch working through my third glass of tequila; my head buzz strong. Mitch, Pauli and Chase had all gone out for drinks, but I wanted nothing more than to just relax at home. The game was almost over, and sleep was creeping over my body when I heard a knock from my door.
My brows furrowed at the sound, turning to look over my shoulder. I wasnât expecting anyone tonight, it was much too late for a confused delivery service. Lowering the volume on the tv, I wondered if maybe the knock was meant for the neighbor until it came again on my door. Placing the beer down on the small side table, I pushed off the couch and walked over, peering into the peephole. There stood Y/N, mascara clear down her cheeks, her hair in a messy bun.
I quickly unlocked the door, prying it open taking in my beautiful mess, âY/N baby, whatâs wrong. Come âere.â I pulled her gently towards me, closing the door behind her, âWhat are you doing here so late, love?â
She sniffled, swallowing back tears, âI drank too much at home, and I didnât want to be alone. I wanted to be here⌠with you.â
Her words drove electricity throughout my body, my head nodding, unable to form words as her hands came up to my face, holding it, caressing it softly, âYouâre too good to me, you know that?â
âNo, sweet Y/N, Iâm only the right amount of good to you. The good you deserve,â I cooed, trying to soothe her pain. She nodded softly, taking me in, inhaling deeply as she leaned in and kissed me hard. Kissed me feverishly. My hands moved to instantly grasp onto her, pulling her close as my lips kissed hers back.
My mind clicked into protective mode, reminding me she was drunk, I wasnât far behind, âFuck,â I breathed out as I pushed away from her, biting my lip and shaking my head, âY/N baby, your drunk. Iâm intoxicated. We caââŚâ
ââŚâwe can. Iâm notâŚI came here. I wanted to be here, with you. God, please Harry, I just donât want to think, please make my mind go off,â she begged so desperately I gave into all of my senses. My lips crashing back into her, hands tapping her thighs, instructing her to jump into my hold.
She did, wrapping her legs around me, hips pushing into mine, driving my blood straight to my prick. I no longer had the self control I needed to stop this, and I didnât care. I moved us quickly into the bedroom, it was like the dream bubble could burst at any given second and I didnât want it to.
I sat down on my bed, her legs bent on either side of me, gripping onto my sides with her thighs. Her weight felt so good pushing down on my hardened cock, her moans letting me know she was feeling the same. She rocked her hips on me, my hands moving to grip onto her hips, helping with her movements.
âMmm, so good fâme, feels so good, Y/N,â I whimpered against her lips, her head nodding.
âBet itâs even better with no clothes on,â she giggled into my lips, the most pure giggle driving heat through my body. God, this couldnât be real. I would wake up tomorrow and it would be a dirty wet dream.
âSmart mind, Y/N, smart mind,â I said, biting her lower lip softly before standing up and laying her down on the bed. I broke our kiss to strip myself free of my clothes, leaving just my briefs, my cock tight in them. My hands grabbed at the band of her leggings, fingers slipping under them and her underwear peeling them off her legs.
My breath left me as I watched her spread her legs on my bed, her fold glistening in her arousal. Arousal that was there for me, and just me.
âFuck me, Y/N, youâre such a lovely sight,â I said, hooking my arms under her thighs and bringing her to the edge of the bed as I lowered down onto my knees in front of her. My lips kissed and sucked on her soft inner thighs, traveling to her wet middle, open mouthed kissed pressing into her clit, down her slit, on her entrance.
I let my tongue travel inside her, pulsing in and out of her as she squirmed under me, legs struggling to stay open as I slipped it out, running it up to her clit, circling with the tip of it.
âOh dear god, Harry, fu-uck,â she breathed out as I continued to eat her out like she was the last meal I would ever have. I pulled away to breath, my two fingers slipping inside her, curling to her spongey g spot, earning me the sexiest shudder from her, moans spilling out for me.
âYouâre so wet for me, Y/N baby, so needy,â I groaned, my other hand reaching under her cropped tee, pulling down at her bra, exposing her beautiful tits, feeling for her nipples and letting my fingers wrap around them, tugging at them.
âHarry, please, god please I want to feel you,â she moaned, her eyes burning into my soul, panting as my fingers moved faster in her, her walls pulsing around them, her arousal dripping down my fingers.
âYou will baby, come fâme first okay? Let me get you warmed up for me, okay?â I hummed, lowering myself back to her clit, my tongue flicking against it, fingers moving at a steady pace inside her. Her thighs began to squeeze against my head, suffocating me in a place I would gladly go in.
âFuck, please, please, oh god Harry, yes,â her back arched against me, my hand moving off her tit to push her legs apart, as she began coming, her arousal coating my mouth and chin completely. I enjoyed every bit of her taste, lapping up every bit of it helping her ride out her high.
Slipping my fingers out of her, I traced them up her body, pushing her shirt up with them until they landed on her bottom lip, letting them slip into her mouth, her tongue welcoming them willingly. She was a fucking seductive dream, a dream that had my heart completely without even knowing how much I needed it.
âTake off your shirt, Y/N,â I demanded, moving quickly to find a damn condom, something I didnât think I would need anytime soon. Especially not with her. Walking back over, she laid, resting back on her elbows, her beautiful tits on full display for me, âFucking hell youâre so beautiful.â
Placing one knee on the bed, I began to open up the condom wrapper as she sat up further, her delicate hands wrapping around my length, making my head fall back, a groan vibrating in my throat before it managed to escape.
âI want you to feel so good, Harry. I wanna be good for you too,â she said, blissed out eyes meeting mine as I brought my head back straight. I moved her hands, nodding, slipping the condom on my cock.
âOh you are more than good to me, I promise,â I breathed, crawling on top of her, pressing my lips to hers. I wanted to engrave the memory of them forever in my mind, just in case I never found myself here with her again. Lining the tip of my cock up with her entrance, I rubbed against her opening, teasing her clit. She was still sensitive, her soft whimpers letting me know it was the case. I let my arms wrap around her as I slipped in, just the tip moving in and out of her tight cunt, walls needing little adjusting after making her come before.
She moved her lips to kiss along my face, my jawline and neck, moaning soft each time I pushed further in until I completely bottomed out, her teeth across my skin, âGodâ the only word she breathed out. Thousands of dirty things and positions came to my mind, ways I wanted to bend and pull her body, fuck her so good she blissed out to another universe.
But everything was slow with her, everything moved in a way where I thought I would never be closer to her. Her chocolate brown eyes peeked up at me, arms wrapping around my body pulling me closer to her. Our hips moved towards each other in sync, moving away with trembling movements only to be met again in bliss. I wasnât going to last long, not like this, not when the woman I was desperately and foolishly falling in love with was this close to me.
I moved my hands to either side of her head, using them to stabilize me over him, thrusting harder into her, âGod you feel so good, Y/N. A bloody dream, love.â
Her nails dug into my skin, her walls flutter around me making every bit of me cover in chills. I felt her squeeze me deeper into her, her warmth intensifying my need for a release. Knots forming along my stomach and lower back, tightening with pleasure I couldnât even imagine.
âHarry, please donât stop, Iâm so-so close,â she strutted, her eyes searching mine for her release. My left hand moved down between us, my fingers moving on her clit, rolling quickly on it to help her get there as I was barely hanging on.
âYes, please, oh, Harry, fu-uck. IâmâŚâ I felt her legs clench around me, her arousal dripping down between us as she came. My climax quickly followed, warm ribbons shooting into the condom. Our bodies shifted closer to each other, clinging on as we came down from the high we just brought for each other.
My lips tumbled over her face, pressing into her cheeks and nose. Tracing over her lips. She smiled into the kiss, pecking soft kisses until I couldnât help but chuckle. She inhaled through her nose, letting out a soft breath, my body shifting to pull out of her, both of us groaning at the sensation.
I rolled over on the bed next to her, slipping the condom off, tying it and lazily searching for the packaging until I found it, stuffing the used condom in. I turned to her, pulling into me, âIâll clean you up right now, I promise, just, five more minutes.â
âMm, Iâll give you ten,â she said softly, her face nuzzled into my chest, her fingers tugging softly on my chest hairs.
âMake it twenty,â I kept playing at it.
âShut up, Harry Styles. Just shh,â she kissed my chest, her breath slowing as we laid quietly. We never moved from this spot, we never cleaned up.
And I didnât care. I didnât care at all.
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Types of Harry sending⌠âDo you like my outfit?â â°
AN: Iâm so sorry itâs been awhile since Iâve made one of these, Iâve had this one planned for months now just havenât found the time to do it. Anyway, feel free to send in requests in my inbox and please reblog if you enjoy đ
Contains: Swearing, Pilgrim Harry (sorry for the scare đ)
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You've got a new professor, and an obsession with his hands...
Genre: Sculptor!Harry | Professor!Harry x Student!Y/N
Warnings: +18 (smut... but not yet)
Wordcount: 3.7k
A/N: i'm not the best at photomontages so please don't roast me, I tried đ
THIS IS A MULTI-PART SERIES. YOU CAN CHECK THE SERIES MASTERPOST : HERE AND PART 2 HERE
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Hands.
His were artful,
Perhaps even an art form in and of themselves: smooth, veiny, with steady joints and capable and patient fingertips.
The hands of a craftsman - suitable for creating planets, galaxies, and even entire universes if they so desired. Both harsh and gentle, they tore, kneaded, and poked⌠only to stroke softly in the end.
The hands of a lover,
Those were my ceramics professorâs hands.
I bit the hidden part of my lip as I watched them move with conviction. Across the slickness, bare and sticky as they pried deeper and deeper, widening as they went and doing as they pleased.
I felt the urge to push my thighs together as I seemingly always did whenever my professor came closer, but I couldnât because of the potter's wheel blocking my way - the one where he was fixing the crooked clay pot I had tried to make. âNext time, try using a little less water, okay? Your clay has gotten too soft⌠thatâs why you're having trouble getting it even.â
âSo less water than this time, but more than last time?â My struggle to get it right made me feel a little embarrassed, but I wanted him to know that I was listening and trying my best. He nodded in response to my question. âOkay, um- I'll try to do it correctly next time. Thanks for resurrecting my project and making it right again.â
My professor smiled warmly at me, noticing I was becoming discouraged by making so many mistakes. âNo worries, Iâm happy to help.â I watched him as he stood up, washed his hands in my water bowl and dried them on the rag he kept in his pottery apron. âDon't be afraid to muck around with what I've made. You're supposed to take it apart and rebuild it.â
âIf I touch it, I'll ruin it and you'll need to come back for assistance again.â
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. âI don't want you worrying about that. Thatâs why Iâm here, to fix up your messes.â He sat on the stool next to me again for a moment, and when he spoke, he kept his voice low. âI want you to take it less seriously. Have fun with it â work it âtil your wreck it. Donât beat yourself up about it. Thatâs common blunder for someone whoâs starting. Weâve all been there.â
âThanks,â I smiled a little more assuredly. âI'll try to keep that in mind.â
He smiled back as he stood up from the stool. âNo problem, just ask if you need anything.â
While I wasnât sure how I got into the habit of fantasizing about my professor's hands, I did know how I ended up in his class.
I was a Product Design student.
Frankly, only because I didnât have the grades to enroll in Interior Design like Iâd always aspired to. Product Design was the second-best option that would still give me a chance of breaking into the field if I chose my classes wisely.
In order to achieve that goal, I had been planning to take a class on inclusive design this year. However, as I was about to submit my application, my computer crashed, forcing me to reenter all of my information again. Because of this, by the time I made it back to the page, most of the students had already chosen, leaving only statistical literacy and ceramics as open options.
None of those options had even the slightest appeal to me, which naturally made me incredibly frustrated at the time but, at least the choice was clear between them. Anything with the word statistics in it sounded absolutely dreadful and combining it with the word literacy somehow made it sound even worse⌠so I chose ceramics, despite the fact that I had never tried my hand at it.
That was why I was now behind all of my classmates, which didn't make me feel great, even though no one had made me feel inferior about my lack of skill yet⌠not even our professor. He was very sweet and attentive, without always being on top of me, which I appreciated. He gave me the freedom to try things on my own, but as soon as he noticed my eyes searching for him, he'd come over to check things out and lend a helping hand.
This wasn't always a positive thing because sometimes the only reason I was looking was because I couldnât take my eyes off him. It wasn't just his hands that I kept staring at; I found him captivating in all aspects.
His hair was cool. I liked how he kept it in a messy bun and tucked flyaways behind his ears when they landed on his face. He dressed really cute too, I thought â creative yet casual, and the stubble he occasionally sported when he neglected to shave was sexy as hell.
I wasnât fully aware of his age, but he couldn't have been much older than me when he had finished his Ph.D. in Fine Arts the previous year. In the rumor mill, he had been invited to teach shortly after earning his degree due to his extraordinary talent for clay sculpting, that had made him stand out at our university ever since he started studying there.
He hadn't shown much of his personal work outside of what he did during his school years, but I had heard through the grapevine that erotic themes were his specialty. Another thing I had heard was that because he made art under a pseudonym that he kept as a secret from most people, his work was very difficult to find online.
That bothered me a little because I was interested and wanted to see it, especially after learning that pleasure was the subject he enjoyed exploring the most. Among my classmates, I knew some made jokes about him being a pervert who had only wanted to come teach to score with the female students. My gut told me that wasn't the case, and I was miffed by those people who couldnât comprehend that someone could find sex fascinating enough to want to depict it in most of their art without being sleazy. Fortunately, I wasn't one of them. I found sex to be an intriguing topic as well⌠I enjoyed having it, looking at it, and having thoughtful conversations about it.
âProfessor,â I called as we finished class. I was still sat by my wheel, while everyone was cleaning and washing up. Being completely honest, I wanted to leave as well⌠but I made myself stay so I could make my pot look more presentable. âIf you're leaving, could you please leave the room key with me? I was planning to stay a little longer.â
He seemed surprised that I wanted to stay.
I noticed his gaze fall on the collapsing walls of my pot as he handed me the key, but he was merciful enough not to comment. âFeel free to stay as long as you like. I'm taking a coffee break, but I'll be back as well.â
Finding that my professor was coming back made the prospect of staying more enticing. I wasn't expecting a lot of interaction with him, though⌠I didn't want to be a bother, so I would avoid requesting his assistance. It was already embarrassing enough to ask for it in class, even if he kept assuring me it was perfectly okay to do soâŚ
Professor Harry returned to the classroom after about 10 minutes, seeming happy to find me still there. As he walked inside, he cracked a lighthearted joke about how surprised he was that I hadn't destroyed anything yet. I snorted a laugh and said that I was surprised too.
I observed him carefully as he re-tied his apron around his waist. It seemed like everything the man did attracted me. The way his triceps flexed with movement, the contours of his back, the ease with which his fingers tied the knot. None of these things escaped my attention.
âWould it be okay if I turned on some music?â Due to my dry mouth, it took me longer than it should have to answer his question. âI'm not a big fan of working in silence, but itâs okay if you areâŚâ
âOh, please, go ahead.â I was finally able to react, but my voice came out weird. âI don't particularly enjoy working in silence either...â
My professor smiled, then walked over to his desk and sat down at his laptop. âHave you got any special requests?â
I pretended to contemplate for a moment, but I didn't want to be the one picking the music. I wanted him to choose because I was nervous about accidentally having him listen to something he didn't like⌠and I was also curious about his musical tastes. âNot really, no. I'm not picky. I like most music.â That part was true, but he seemed skeptical. âJust pretend I'm not here and play whatever music you normally listen to.â
The look on his face was still skeptical, but he agreed. âOkay, I will. Just let me know if you don't like it so I can switch to something you like best.â
He put on Woodkid's Warm Core album and looked at me to see if I was keen on the choice. âThis is cool. I like it.â It was the kind of alternative music I anticipated he would listen to, being an artist and all, and it made me happy because I also liked it.
âAlright, good. If at any point you decide that you no longer like it, feel free to request a change.â I was getting a little hot over how much he was focusing on making sure I liked his music. Iâd always had this conviction that one of the ways to tell if a guy is good in bed is to look for signs that he is considerate and eager to please â and already, my professor was scoring points in that department. I glanced at him, and I believe he noticed because he asked, âIs there anything you need help with, or should I just let you do your thing and keep to myself?â
âUmâŚâ I stammered, returning my attention to the horrible looking pot I was working on. I had been right the first time. I shouldn't have touched it after he fixed it for me. âI'm holding up for now. Thanks, professor.â
He smiled at me. âYou can leave out the âprofessorâ when we're outside of class. That term is still settling in for me⌠it's a bit off-putting to be addressed that way when I was also a student here just a year ago - especially when I can't be that much older than you, right?â
I joined him in his smile. âYeah, I get what you mean. I suppose it's not weird for me because I don't remember seeing you at school last year. How old are you, though, just out of curiosity?â
âIâm 27, you?â
âWow, youâre really old...â He wasnât, really⌠especially since I had assumed he would be in his thirties, given that he was a professor and all. I snorted when he side-eyed me from across the room, where heâd been tidying up and organizing the equipment the students had left behind. âI was just kidding. I'm 22, so...â
His brows furrowed slightly in response to my reveal. âSo you're a little older than the rest of the class. Makes sense, you seem a bit more grown-up in comparison to them.â I took that as a compliment because, while my classmates weren't much younger than me â they had to be around 19 â some still acted like teenagers in many ways. âAlso, since you mentioned not seeing me at school last year⌠thatâs because I went abroad for a few months to study, and then I had to wrap up my thesis, so I didn't come very often.â
âOh, that's cool. Where did you go?â
âNorway, to Oslo more specifically. It's a city I think everyone should visit if they ever get the chance to. I had a wonderful time there.â He turned his head away from what he was doing to look at me. âHave you ever thought about going abroad for school?â
âI've thought about it, but I donât know. It doesn't really call to me right now, to be honest... maybe next year.â I was really interested in hearing more about Harry's experience in Norway, so I shifted the focus of the conversation back to that. âWhat was the best part of it for you?â
I could tell he was excited to talk about it, as evidenced by the sparkle in his eye. âA difficult question, that. I loved the landscapes and food there, as well as the people. Osloâs a beautiful city, and it has an amazing art scene that's definitely worth exploring.â He paused for a moment, laughed, and then spoke again, âBut I guess I should say that meeting Astrid, my girlfriend, was probably the best part.â
âWow, that's... something.â Something I'd rather he didn't have, I thought to myself despite my amenable expression. âHas she traveled all the way here with you?â
âOh no, she stayed in Oslo. We've been doing long-distance and stuff⌠it isn't always easy, but we make it work.â I could tell by the look on his face that he had somewhat regretted sharing that with me. âAnyway, you should give the studying abroad thing some more thought... you seem like someone who would enjoy that kind of thing. You give off a good vibe.â
âHa, thanks... so do you. I really like your style.â           Â
I saw his cheeks flush at my compliment. âI donât put a lot of thought into my clothes, to be honest. Most of the time, I just throw on whatever.â
âWell, it works, so...â Seeing me shrug, he smiled, but said nothing further. I figured the conversation was over and got back to my work. Harry did the same thing; except he was no longer cleaning up and was instead using his laptop. Â Even though I stayed another hour, he didn't leave until I did, which made me feel bad because it made me wonder if he had stayed on purpose to be there in case I needed anything. âDo you usually stay here until this late?â I inquired as he closed the classroom door.
âUm⌠it depends, sometimes I do, but if you weren't here I wouldâve probably left earlier.â
His confession caused a small contraction in my heart. I now regretted staying for so long, especially since I had spent some of that time merely acting as though I was working. âOh, I'm so sorry. You didnât have to do that. I would have been fine by myself. I just wanted to practice.â
âOh no, don't get me wrong. I stayed longer because I wanted to. I live alone, so⌠I am by myself a lot. It was nice to have company for a change.â
âAh, I see...â That was something I hadnât considered before, but it made sense. Most of Harryâs university friends were probably no longer around, or if they were, perhaps he'd lost touch with them after going away for so many months. That had happened to me with my high school friends, so I knew how it felt. âI was actually planning on doing this more frequently to see if I could improve my pottery skills, so⌠you're welcome to keep me company if that's something you'd like to do.â
He acknowledged my invitation with a courteous smile. âAh, thanks. I appreciate that.â When he didn't respond right away, I assumed he wasn't interested, which made me feel stupid for having suggested it. Why would he want to spend time with a student five years his junior? He was probably cringing at the thought. That was what I was assuming, until he started speaking again after a pause. âI reckon as long as you really don't mind me being around, that could be something that works for me.â
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Over the course of a couple of weeks, it became a habit for me and Harry to spend time together after class. Most times, more than once a week. The days when I didnât have class until late, I would wander to the atelier after his class and spend the next few hours there. It was really easy to get along despite our slight age difference.
I didn't know Harry well enough to say that we had a lot in common, but we just clicked really well. Having a conversation with him was easy, and his presence was warm and reassuring.
We would sometimes work separately, but Harry had taken it upon himself to teach me the things I had been falling behind on. He taught me how to use a kiln to fire and glaze pottery, as well as a bunch of different building and decorating techniques. I liked the last one most because he got to sit next to me and help me paint and texturize. I was really proud of a mug we had made together. Harry had commented that the wavy handle I had made for it looked like the tail of a fish when we put it in, so we went on to decorate the rest of the mug to fit that concept.
âYouâre a good painterâŚâ He complimented me as I painted the fishâs fins. I wrinkled my nose at him. Painting had always been a fun activity for me, but I had never considered myself good at it. Harry, on the other hand, was a true artist, thanks to his Fine Arts training and skillful handsâŚ
I looked at the fin I'd drawn and noticed that it was unmistakably more unsightly than the one on the picture I was taking inspiration from. Harry couldn't possibly believe I was talented as a painter. He was just trying to say something nice.
âWhat? I'm seriousâŚâ He assured me, appearing a little surprised by my doubtful demeanor. âAnd you have a great eye for color too.â
âHmm, I find that last one is a little more believable; I'll take it.â I said before returning to straightening out my wonkiest brush strokes. I'd spent enough time designing pretty rooms in Intericad Lite to feel reasonably confident on my ability to mix and match colors so, accepting that compliment wasn't too difficult. Besides that isnât really a talent, is it? It's something a lot of people have. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
âHey,â Harryâs voice drew my attention back to him. âI meant both of the things I said. I wouldnât have said anything if I didnât.â
The seriousness I was met with when I looked into Harry's eyes made me feel emotional and flustered at the same time. âThanks,â I smiled a little before looking down at my mug. âI think I haven't gotten a compliment on my painting skills since I was a little kidâŚâ
âYou used to get compliments on it when you were little?â
âSometimes, yeah⌠mainly from teachers because I always colored inside the lines.â
âI think it's really unfortunate that we stop getting compliments as we get older⌠I can't really complain because I've been lucky to grow up in a supportive environment, but I know that after a certain point in most peopleâs lives criticism becomes the norm, while praise for rightdoing is never given.â
âYeah, thatâs true.â I grabbed another brush and continued to color my mug because the topic we were discussing was now making me feel like I might actually start crying if I didn't keep my emotions under control, and I didnât want Harry to see that. âMy parents were never particularly supportive of me or my interests, so I havenât felt much of a difference as I grew older⌠I think thatâs why I find it a bit difficult to accept peopleâs compliments nowadays, though. I tend to doubt myself and others a lot.â
âIâm not gonna lie, I had a hunch that was the case with you.â Harryâs statement surprised me a bit. I knew professors could usually read their students well, but I wasn't aware of how see-through I was. âWhen we first started class, I was a little nervous because I could tell that you were lost at times and could use some help, but I wasn't sure of how to approach you. I was afraid that if I made it known that I could tell you were struggling, you would withdraw even further. I didnât want that. I wanted you to feel comfortable and know that I wouldn't judge you.â
âYou never made me feel uncomfortable⌠I just felt embarrassed to ask for help because everyone in your class comes from an arts background and knows more than me. I didn't want you to think I was dumb or that I was wasting your time with questions that I should have known the answers to.â
âYou could never waste my time. I like teaching you a lot⌠you always listen and all the questions you ask are perfectly normal.â He gave me a reassuring smile and I felt my insecurities melt away with the rest of my body. âAnd on top of that, it's easier for me to teach you since you are a blank slate, as opposed to some of the art students who come with stubborn vices they won't get rid of. Experience isnât always an advantage.â
âYou're a really good professor, Harry.â I said truthfully. âI'm really glad I ended up in your class, even if it wasnât my first choice.â
âIt wasn't your first choice?â His face pretended to be shocked, but I knew he wasn't. Given that I had told him about my goal to pursue a career in Interior Design, I knew he had to have known by that point that there was no reason for me to be in his class other than by chance. âOkay, now I'm offended, and no amount of ego-puffing will help you remedy thatâŚâ
I shook my head and smiled at his antics as I dipped my brush back into the paint palette. âNot even if I admit you're really cool to talk to and have great musical taste?â
Following my brush dip, Harry dipped his as well. âGive me a little more detail on that and I might re-consider.â
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PART 2
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Summary: request by theladyvalkurie - "Pornstar!Harry invites Y/N to be in a video"
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, sex in front of cameras, hair pulling, choking, oral, scratching, squirting with fingering, just absolute FILTH
My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.
"So how's work going?" I ask with a slight chuckle, "You must have a lot of hard days."
He shakes his head and laughs, "You're a funny girl, y/n. Funny. Girl." He takes a deep breathe.
"What?" I lean back on the couch and look at him.
"Actually." He scratches his cheek and smiles, "Okay, this is a lot more nerve racking than I thought." He rests his hands on his knees and looks at me, "I want you to be in a video with me."
I about spit out my drink, "I'm sorry. I just thought I heard you ask me to be in a porn video with you."
He nods, "I did."
I raise my eyebrows, "Wow, Harry. Um." I laugh nervously, "That's. Wow."
He raises his hands in defense, "If you don't want to, I totally understand." I shake my head, "I didn't say I didn't want to."
He tilts his head, "Huh?"
"I just, needed a minute to process what the fuck you just asked me." I walk over to him and tilt his head up with my finger, "I'll do it." His hand slides up my legs and land on my hips, "Yeah?"
I nod and smile at him, "What's the video going to be?" I sit on his lap and wrap an arm around his neck, "Step sister? I'll be the naughty little school girl?"
He smirks and runs his finger up and down my leg, "It can be anything you want it to be."
I nod and think for a moment, "How about, I be your little sex slave. You can do anything you want to me." He raises an eyebrow, "What are you boundaries?"
I laugh, "From the amount of times we've fucked, I think you know what my boundaries are."
He nods, "You're right, y/n." He pulls me closer to him, his hard cock pushing into my leg, "What do you say we practice one more time? Hmm." He nuzzles his nose against my neck.
I bite my lip and stand up, "Let's let the tension rise so we can give your crew a good show tomorrow, hmm." He scoffs, "You're going to do me like that?" I stand up, "No. I'm going to do you tomorrow."
"Text me when you get home?"
I turn to him, "Harry. I live right next door." He smirks, "I know."
"Okay." I bite my lip and exit his apartment. I walk a few feet to my door and walk in.
Me: I'm home. That walk was treacherous.
I set my phone down on the counter and lean on it, agreeing to what Harry asked hitting me.
So many questions are flying around in my head making me think I should have stayed and practiced with Harry.
"Fuck it." I grab my phone and walk back over to Harry's, knocking on the door.
"Coming." He yells from inside. A few seconds later he opens the door, "Change your mind?" He asks with a smirk. I look up at him with a smirk, "Maybe."
He nods for me to come in. I walk past him, "I just have a bunch of questions that I didn't know I had until I got home."
"You were gone for five minutes." He chuckles, "What's up?"
"Do I have to exaggerate my moans and shit like the girls do in the videos?"
"You mean fake it?" He squints, "Do you fake it with me, y/n?"
I start to panic and shake my head, "No, no, no."
He smirks, "I'm just fucking with you, chill out." I push his shoulder and sigh, "Not funny. This is going to be on the internet, Harry. I don't want to embarrass myself."
He walks over and cups my face, "I promise you. You'll be the biggest hit on the internet."
I bite my lip, "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah." He nods and goes to step back but I grab him and push myself against him, kissing his lips. He wraps an arm around me and pulls away, "So you do want to rehearse this?"
"Shut up." I pull him back to me and he lifts me up. He carries me over to the couch and sits down so I'm straddling him. His hands grope my ass and slowly slide my leggings down so he can feel my skin.
"I want to fuck your throat tomorrow."
"You have full control over me." I smirk and slide down, my knees hitting the carpet, "Anything you want." He bites his lip and starts to slide his pants down.
My eyes focus on his cock and I wrap my hand around it, "You're so big." I say like the way they say it in the porn videos. He laughs, "Shut up." I smirk and wrap my lips around the tip, slowly licking his precum off.
He gasps and tilts his head back, "Fuck." I work my way down slowly, using my fingers to gently massage his balls which earns me a loud moan.
I sit back, "All yours." I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He stands up and places his cock on my tongue. I look up at him from under my lashes and he smirks before slipping his cock into my mouth, pushing it into my throat.
I gag slightly and close my eyes preparing myself for him. He starts to slowly thrusts as he holds my head still. His thrusts become a bit rougher and faster.
Tears well up into my eyes and the noise of him in my throat fill my ears.
He pulls out and lifts me to my feet, "I want to taste you." He sets me down on the couch and gets down on his knees. He pulls my pants off and spreads my knees apart. He licks his lips before leaning it, slipping his tongue in and out of me.
I arch my back off the couch and moan at his touch, "Fuck, Harry." He slips his arms under my legs and pulls my hips into him. I dig my heels into his back and claw at the couch, "Fuck."
He groans as he slurps at my pussy. His fingers dig into my skin.
"H-Harry." I gasp as I twist his long hair into my fists, "Oh Shit." I moan loud and tilt my head back as he brings me to orgasm, "Fuck, fuck." I repeat over and over again.
He pulls away and kisses up my legs, leaning over me to kiss my lips, "Devine as always." He points to the arm of the chair, "Bend over that."
I nod and get into position. He places one foot on the couch and the other is on the floor. He spits, which I can feel run down over my ass. He rubs it on my pussy before pushing the head of his cock in.
"Fuck." He groans deeply, "Tomorrow is going to be so fun." He thrusts all the way in and pulls my hips to meet him.
I gasp and tilt my head back, him taking the opportunity to grab a fist full of my hair and yank, "You like that, huh?" I moan in response.
His thrusts are hard and slow, "I can't wait to fuck you in front of those cameras tomorrow."
"Show everyone how much of a dirty girl you really are."
"Harry." I whimper as my body starts to shake. He reaches around and rubs my clit in circles, "Cum for me, y/n."
I gasp and hand my head down, pushing against him as much as I can. I squeeze my thighs together as my high rips through me for the second time.
He wraps and arm around my waist and kisses my shoulder as his thrusts finally get sloppy. He pulls out and I can feel his cum spurt all over my back and asscheeks.
He rests his forehead on my shoulder as we both breathe heavy.
"Stay there I'll go get you a towel." He kisses my head as he goes to the bathroom. He comes out and wipes off my back side, "There ya go."
I sit down on the couch and take a deep breathe, "I think we'll be fine for tomorrow." He chuckles, "That we will."
"So like, is it nerve racking to do that on camera?" I grab a blanket and cover my body as I stretch out on the couch. He slides his boxers on and sits down, "Eh, sometimes. You get used to it."
I nod, "Hmm."
"Why? You want to make a career out of it?" He smirks, "I can make that happen."
I roll my eyes, "Only if it's with you, Mr Styles."
"I can make that happen."
I smile slightly, "We'll see."
ââ
"Ready to go?" Harry asks as he leans against the doorway of the bathroom.
I turn around and nod, "Let's do this."
We walk down to Harry's car and he opens my door, "Wow. Such a gentleman." I tease as I slip in. He shuts my door and walks around to his, "I try my best."
I chew on the inside of my lip, the nerves about having sex in front of a group of people setting it.
"Oh, by the way, I made some phone calls after you fell asleep last night. It'll just be one person in with us today. I made sure to make it as comfortable as I could for you." He looks over at me and smiles.
I sigh, "Okay good. Because I was afraid I would have chickened out if there was a whole stadium watching us."
He laughs, "A stadium? There's like 5 at most sometimes. I mean, it depends on what video you're doing but still."
I stare out the window as we drive to our destination.
"Just stay focused on me the whole time, alright? I got you." He lays a hand on my leg to comfort me. I nod once and lay a hand on his.
"And we're here." He puts his window down and stops at the shack thing, "Harry Styles and y/n y/l/n."
"Have a good shoot guys." The guard says while tipping his hat.
"Oh we will." Harry winks at me before pulling into his parking spot. "Ready? Let's go meet the crew." I get out of the car and Harry takes my hand, "If you want to stop at anytime, just let me know."
"I'll be okay. I just have to get over this anxiety. I want to do this." I smirk, "We're doing this." He lays his arm over my shoulder and we walk into the building.
"Hey Styles. This must be y/n." A man with a beard holds his hand out for me to shake. I lay my hand into him and he nods, "Nice to meet you, I'm Hoyt. I am the camera man for most of these videos on this side of the studio. That over there, that's who we call, Tad. He's one of the directors."
"Nice to meet you." I look over in the direction of Tad and he nods with a smile and a small wave.
"Which room will we be shooting in today, Hoyt?" Harry asks, "Please tell me it's the light room."
"It is in fact the light room." Hoyt nods with a laugh, "Go give y/n the walk through and I'll see you guys soon."
Harry pulls me down a hall. I can hear loud, over exaggerated moans coming from within the walls.
"That's Zak and Mia. Drama queens." Harry rolls his eyes and stops outside of a door labeled with L.R.
"This." He open the door, "Is where we'll be." He motions for me to step inside and the room is lit up with purple led lights all around the top trim of the walls. There is a large bed, a leather couch and weird, long looking chair that I'm guessing you lay on? I have no idea.
The bed has handcuffs already attached to all four corners of it and there's a wall with different toys and props.
"You like it?" Harry asks walking up behind me. He places a hand on my waist. I turn towards him, "Can't wait to fuck you in the light room."
"Hey Harry. Is this y/n?" A lady asks standing at the door. He nods, "Yes this is. Y/n, this is Stacy. She does the hair, makeup, and styling."
"Hi." I smile and wave.
She smiles, "Whenever you're ready, I'm three doors down on the left." She walks away and I look at Harry, "I guess I better go get ready."
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"All done."
I turn to look in the mirror and I'm shocked at how hot I look. This green lace set really looks good on me. "Wow. Thank you!" I turn to Stacy and she smiles, "Anything for our performers." She winks.
I throw on the robe she gave me and I walk back into the room. Harry is sitting there with jeans and a white floral print shirt that's halfway unbuttoned, taking to Hoyt.
"There she is!" He smiles and walks over to me, "Whenever you're ready to start you just let me know." I nod and start to untie my robe. I pause for a moment, kicking out all of my anxiety.
I look over at Hoyt, "Ready?" He nods, "I'll roll whenever that robe comes off, honey." I smile slightly and nod. I look at Harry who's sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me.
He tilts his head and has his palms pressed together as his elbows rest on his knees.
I slip the robe off my shoulders and out of the corner of my eye, I see Hoyt raise the camera.
I slowly walk towards Harry as I continue to take the robe off. I let it drop just as I get over to him and his hands immediately find contact with my skin.
I straddle him and lean down with him as he lays back. We start to make out and I arch my back, sticking my ass out more for the shot.
His hands slide up and down my body, slipping in and out of the straps of my outfit.
We roll over and he kisses down my neck, over my chest and down my stomach. He leans up, "Take this off for me." He pulls a strap on my thigh and lets it snap against my skin.
I sit up onto my knees and reach behind me to undo my bra. I teasingly slide the material down my arms and off my body, dropping it on the bed beside me.
My hands cup my boobs as I slide them down my stomach. I lifts my legs up and slide my panties down my legs, just as slow.
He grabs my ankles as soon as they're off and pulls me to the end of the bed. I spread my legs and he kisses up my calf and thigh until he gets to my clit. He takes it between his lips and starts to suck and flick it with his tongue.
I gasp and arch my back. My eyes roll back at the sensation and I let out a moan.
Harry brings his hand up and continues to rub as he moves down and licks up my slit. I look down at him and watch as he eats me out, whimpering and moaning as the feeling.
"Harry." I moan loudly, "Fuck." I run a hand through his hair and push his face into me. He slides his finger down and slips it into me. I gasp and pull his hair a bit harder. He moans at the feeling and slips another finger in. He starts to finger fuck me fast, "Cum for me."
I reach down and rub my clit, becoming a whimpering moaning mess, "Shit. Shit. Shit." I moan loud and gasp as I can feel myself squirt onto his hand.
"That's it baby, fuck." He groans, "You gunna do that again for me?" He looks up at me and I nod, breathing heavy.
"Good girl." He inserts his fingers again and starts up at his pace. My fingers go to my clit again and I pull my leg back, moaning as the feeling comes back, "Fuck." I arch my back off the bed as Harry moan, "That a girl. Fuck."
He stands up and starts to unbutton his shirt. I keep my fingers on my clit as I watch him take his clothes off, "I need you." I whimper, "Fuck. I need you so bad."
Once he's naked he crawls on top of me, "You'll get me here soon, baby." He brings a hand up and runs a thumb over my bottom lip, "I need to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours."
He moves up so he's hovering above my chest. I bring my hands up and wrap both hands around his cock, pumping him as I suck on the tip.
"Fuck, baby." He moans as he smooths my hair out. I look up at him, "Whenever you want it." I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. He groans quietly as he taps the tip on my tongue a few times.
He slips his cock into my mouth and it goes straight into my throat, "Oh fuck you feel so good." He moans as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, "Fuck."
The sound of saliva squishing and me gagging is loud. Tears streak down my cheeks as he's a bit rougher than he was last nights "Shit!" He grabs my hair and bobs my head to meet his thrusts, "Shit baby."
He pulls out and stands up, "Come here." I sit up and crawl over to him. He turns me around and spreads my ass cheeks apart, circling his fingers around my top hole, "You look so tight."
His fingers move down to my pussy and his fingers enter me again, curling them slowly as his thumb rubs my clit. I moan and arch my back again, "Harry." I moan as I reach around to spread my cheek for him.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard." He pulls my hips as he lines himself up, thrusting in causing me to scream out with pain and pleasure, as I'm still a little sore from last nights fucking.
His grip is hard, probably enough to leave bruises and his thrusts are so hard and deep I think I blacked out for a moment because it felt so good.
Hoyt brings the camera around to capture my reaction to Harry's cock and I give him an honest shot. My fingers are clawing at the bed sheets as my eyes roll back. Moaning and groaning with each hit of Harry's hips on my ass.
"Fuck!" I squeal out as I can feel my orgasm coming again, "Harry! Please do-don't stop. Don-" I let out a scream as he pull out and vigorously rubs my clit.
My body jolts forward and back as I cum, all over the bed.
"That's it. That's fucking it." Harry groans as slips back into me, "Fuck. Your pussy feels so good." He rubs my asshole with his thumb and slowly slips it in. I gasp and throw my head back at the added pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck." I moan and push my hips back to meet his thrusts, "Your cock feels so good." I moan loudly and throw my head down into the mattress.
"Cum all over my cock, I know you wanna cum again." He groans while bringing his hand down to connect hard with my skin.
His words. His voice. How he's fucking me is enough to keep making me cum back to back to back.
I grip the sheets and clench around him as the third orgasm shreds through my body. My legs get shakey and my head goes fuzzy, "F-fuck."
"Turn around here." He groans and I turn around as quickly as I can once he pulls out. I close my eyes just as his cum shoots out and lays on my face. I stick my tongue out and catch some on there.
"Fuck." He gasps and moans as he comes down off his high, "Shit." He opens his eyes and looks down at me. He smiles as he takes his finger and drags it through his cum, placing his finger in my mouth for me to suck clean.
"And cut." Hoyt says, "That was so fucking hot. The comfortability level was insane. The people are going to love this." He snaps and points at Harry, "Great job, mate."
Harry nods and grabs a robe, draping it over my shoulders, "There's a bathroom right through that door. Go get cleaned up and I'll meet you out here." He runs a hand over my hair and smiles, "You did amazing."
I smile and walk to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
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A few days later I walk into Harry's apartment. He's on the phone with someone with a big smile on his face.
"Fuck, that's amazing. Yes, please. No, no. I'll tell her, I'll tell her." He looks over at me and points, "Yeah she's here now so I'll call you right back."
He hangs up the phone and throws it on the couch, "They want to give us our own channel."
My eyes go wide, "Th- what?"
"Our own channel, y/n. You and me. The users absolutely went feral over our video. Something about the level of intimacy and connection we had." He walks over, "Only if you're down for it."
"It will only be you and I fucking each other?" I raise an eye brow, "No one else?"
He shakes his head, "Not unless you want there to be."
I smirk, "Well, I guess I can finally stop being jealous about you fucking other girls now, so I'm in."
"You what?" He leans back and looks at me.
"I said I'm in." I smile and sit down on the couch. He shakes his head, "No no, the part before that." I cross my arms, "We'll only be fucking each other?"
"After that, y/n." He sits down next to me, "Why didn't you say anything?" I shrug, "Because we are only f.w.b's. You're not supposed to get feelings."
"We'll we aren't just f.w.b's anymore. We're co-workers." He winks and I laugh, gently smacking his shoulder, "Let's plan some videos."
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be mine bee: h.s.
paring: tattooartist!harry x baker!reader
summary:
"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.
"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.
she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.
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harry officially asks bee to be his.
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another story of tattoo artist harry and bee
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the cool breeze hits my face and a shiver runs down my spine. my hairs thrown into a bun and a light jacket covers my black shirt i watch as y/n walks with a pip in her step as we search the local farmers market, a smile spreads across her face as people greet her, sending them back warm greetings. she stops in front of a fruit stand and her eyes light up.
"want sum' pet?" i ask wrapping a finger through her belt loops and pulling her back to me.
"mh i don't know, think i wanna try a mango cup." she hums looking at the vibrant mangos.
the elder man behind the stand smiles at y/n and she throws one back at him, "g'morning mr. posemato, how're you doin' today?" she asked him wrapping her arm around mine.
"doin pretty alright, how 'bout yourself y/n?"
"i'm great!" y/n responds cheerily.
"what can i get you honey?" he asked smiling at his produce.
"a cupa mangos please." she hums pointing to the yellow fruit.
he grabs a couple of mangos and moves over to his cutting board. y/n's dressed very 'farmers market-y', bell bottoms that hug her hips -and ass- perfectly, a cream sweatshirt that complements her complexion wonderful, her curly hair is pulled back into a clip and her staple round glasses are on.
"have i told you, you look absolutely amazing bee?" i hum and she chuckled nodding her head.
"only about seven times, today."
i grab ahold of her face and pull her ear to my mouth before whispering, "ya ass looks phenomenal bee." which cause her to gasp and push me away, red covers the tops of her ears and she ďżźshy's away.
"y/n?" i hear a voice ask and my eyebrows furrow looking in the direction of a man that stood about 5'8 and slim build, subconsciously i grab ahold of y/n's hand and pull her back to me.
"tristan?" she questioned with a look of wonder.
"oh my god! how's it going? i haven't seen you since high school?" he exclaimed moving closer to my bee.
i send him a glare before standing in front of y/n and putting an hand to his chest, "can i help you?" i ask with disgust in my tone.
"oh uh," he squirmed away before looking back at bee, "i uh didnt know you had a boyfriend." he said clearing his throat.
"oh actually..." y/n went to correct him but i butted it.
"she does. now, what do you want?" i snap, puffing my chest out.
"nothin' man, my bad." tristan coughed before walking away.
i turn back to y/n and grab ahold of her hand before bringing it to my lips and pressing kisses all over it.
"miss. y/n, you're mangos." mr. posemato caught her attention and she pulled away from me grabbing ahold of the mangos.
"thank you mr. posemato" she hummed giving him some money and then turned back to me holding my hand once more pulling me to a picnic table.
"y'know for a grumpy old man, you are by far the clingiest man i've ever talked too." she teased shoving a piece of mango into my mouth and i groan, "talking about talked too, i also didn't know i had a boyfriend." she continues to egg on me.
"wanted to talk to you 'bout that." i mumble as i play with the hem of her sweatshirt.
she lets out a hum and grabs ahold of my jaw, "my eyes are up here, h." she says softly caressing my cheek.
i allow my eyes to look into hers, and my body feels like it's turned into putty. her honey browns are more vibrant when in the sun and you can just get lost in them each time. as i look into her eyes all the memories over the couple of months since the night at The Safe House, rush through my head.
"bee, how the fuck does this work?" i question as i try to mix the margarine powder, watching as it avoids the mixer.
y/n looks at me before bursting out into a pit of laughter, she grabs a spatula and start to mix it that way. i watch as it becomes a liquidity substance and my eyebrows draw foreword.
"how the fuck?" i mumble and she shrugs.
"dunno honestly, science." she says with a toothy grin.
she goes back to the cookie batter and i watch as mischief takes over her eyes, she quickly looks at me before snapping her gaze back to the batter. she starts humming to a tune before reaching back over to the flour container and grabbing a cup full, the next moments go by in a blur as i feel a splat of grainy substance all across my face and in my hair.
"bee!" i exclaim before lunging towards her.
"harry no!" her laughs vibrates the air and my heart squeezes in my chest.
"you're a menace." i grunt shaking flour onto her.
"yeah but 'm your favorite person ever." she sings wrapping her arms around my neck.
"niall you asshat. move!" i grunt pushing him off my spin chair so y/n could sit down.
"oh wow! so what a new girl comes into you life and you forget all about your best friend? rude!" niall rolled his eyes in dramatics and y/n frowns taking him seriously.
"no niall! please, sit! i can just stand i don't mind!" bee hurries her words and stand aside.
"bee, no." i snap pointing to my chair, "sit."
she murmured a sorry to niall as she took a seat. i hook a leg around one of the chair legs and pull her to me wrapping my arms around her shoulders.
niall lets out a sad dramatic sigh, "no one care about niall, the best friend." he starts fake crying, "isn't there anybody who loves niall."
"no." i grunt and y/n suppresses her laugh.
"you know how i promised i'd never tell y/n, you're undesirable liking towards her." he asked with a smirk, "well i lied, you done pissed me off."
"niall, start ma fuckin tattoo before i punch you square in the jaw." i glare at the irish lad and he rolls his eyes.
i lay on my stomach and grab ahold of y/n's hand before niall pierces my skin with the needle and i let out a hum, all the stress that's built up slowly slips away. y/n's eyebrows furrow as she comes face to face with me, squatting to make sure we were making eye contact.
"does it hurt?" she asks softly and i know this was a shitty thing to do but i nod.
"real bad baby." i pout and worry runs across her face, "y'know what would help?"
"what?" she urges out, willing to do anything.
"a kiss." i muse.
she looks at me with a face of disbelief and i pucker my lips at her, letting out a chuckle she presses her lips to my cheek and i frown.
"no baby, a kiss on my lips."
"cheeky boy." she murmured, placing her lips on top of mine causing niall to groan.
"stop it! if ya fuck it up 's not ma fault!" niall snaps and i groan pulling away from her.
"y'know you really know how to kill the mood." i murmur before flipping him off.
"harry?" y/n breaks me out of thought and i look at her with a small smile.
"bee, you make me the happiest i've ever been. i never thought i'd find a person like you that continuously makes me happy. you're the sun to my moon, the blue in my sky, the bonnie to my clyde," i state and she giggled while i shot her a wink. "be mine bee? officially."
"of course harry! i thought you'd never ask." she giggled before grabbing my face and pulling me down. our lips meet and we get lost in the kiss, never thought i'd be able to finally call her mine.
once she pulls away i grab ahold of her waist, "now, who the fuck is tristan?" i ask and she chuckles.
"nothin' to worry about, old crush if you will. and by old i mean high school old."
"so no competition?"
"well i dunno, mr. posemato has killer mangos." she teases.
"i wont hesitate to beat an ol' mans ass bee." i joke along and she gasp.
"i would kill you if you touched thatďżź precious old man!"
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